What was passed down to me, first. And
then what I learned over time, through experience, curiosity, and a
conscious return to common sense. When I really thought about it, I
realised that my way of eating rests on three very simple principles.
- I cook almost everything I eat, using mostly whole or minimally processed ingredients.
- I very rarely buy ultra-processed foods.
- And when I feel like eating something sweet, I make it myself.
My kitchen is therefore built around basic
ingredients: seasonal fruits and vegetables (organic when possible)
whole bread, cheeses, plain yogurts, eggs, butter, flour, sugar, milk
(often plant-based, oat milk for instance), pasta, fish, carefully
chosen meat, spices, herbs, garlic, onions, shallots, and always a good
dark chocolate for homemade cakes. With very little, you can do a great
deal. Endless variations, countless meals.
I believe this way of eating comes from my
mother, who has always cooked a lot, and from my grandmother before
her. When we were children, industrial biscuits were rarely allowed at
home. Instead, there was almost always a homemade cake: a chocolate
cake, an apple tart, chocolate mousse,
pastries made for no particular reason. My father grew a vegetable
garden. Seasonal fruits and vegetables were simply part of daily life. I
grew up this way, without it ever being framed as a rule or a
restriction. It was simply normal.
Even today, my meals follow a fairly
traditional structure. Two to three meals a day, depending on the day,
my mood, the rhythm of the week. I sometimes skip breakfast if I am not
hungry. Other days, especially on weekends, I take my time: pastries
from the day before, French toast, waffles, crêpes, chocolate cookies,
always homemade. There is something deeply reassuring in these
gestures: the anticipation of flavours, even before tasting them, the
smell of warm butter in the kitchen, a cake left to cool on the counter
while the house slowly grows quiet.
During the week, lunch is often simple,
sometimes eaten quickly. In the evenings and on weekends, I like to cook
more. Since my years living and working in London, I have lost the very
French habit of long lunch breaks, but dinner remains an important
moment. The one thing I very rarely do is snack between meals. I was
always taught that eating between meals dulls the appetite for the next
one. I kept this habit. If I am hungry earlier than expected, I simply
eat earlier. (Read more.)