I have cooked
ever since I was a child...
When I was at primary
school I had a
teacher from Australia who taught us English and cake making. Carrot
cakes, cookies, chocolate cakes and so forth.
One day we tasted a crunchy
cake that had ants in it and was referred to as an ‘Australian recipe’
but we had no idea what it contained…. Nonetheless
it was delicious because it
was from a faraway country…
And then came the holidays on the farm, the blissful summers spent in
Ardèche with my cousins. Each morning,
would take over the chestnut scented kitchen. She would light the wood
burner oven that would burn all day and would take us to
the vegetable garden
to teach us the names of the vegetables and herbs…
head off to the market
where we would hear laughter, shouts, people calling... It was a festive
atmosphere. Then we got down to serious matters when she would put on
her apron to bake melted apricot tarts, chocolate mousse, caramel cream.
We were allowed to help her but we weren’t to touch until meal times.
One day my father took me to see the
rue du Cherche-Midi in Paris. I kneaded my first bread rolls and as
proud as Artaban, I ate my first batch, hot and crusty…
I had found my vocation.
When I was a teenager I went round the world with my parents, and each
place we stopped in opened the door to
a world of new flavors,
a thousand colorful unknown spices with
names that made me dream,
vegetables so well prepared that they have a prime position in the
dishes from here or faraway that I like to create….
I have come back to Biarritz with
service, that I hope to introduce you to soon, whether for a
a dinner party with friends,
a birthday party for your
a Christmas or New Year’s
Eve meal …
I hope to see you
very soon to share some oF
tasty get-togethers with you.