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We were in San Francisco couple of weeks ago for a photoshoot. Yes, we are the luckiest one who had to shoot the entire menu of a pizzeria. You know what is the best in that kind of contract? When after the photoshoot, you can eat all the menu you photographed. HA-HA-HA I love my job so much!

The day I fell for Paul Marius was an amazing day. We were just getting in the beautiful city of Montpellier in France. We arrived by train in the evening, and we checked in our Air B&B. It was a lovely loft at “La Place de La Comédie.” Every time we get in a new spot, we always run to the window to see what’s the view like and this time, something different was there! It was in the building in front of our loft in such a cute little pedestrian street. This gorgeous handbag. Black and gold, not too big, just enough … you know… Perfection! It was love at first sight but it was out of reach … the store was closed.

A couple of months ago, Jean-Félix and I were in Italy. It was amazing! Italy is, for food and drinks, the most exceptional place I’ve ever visited. For people like us, it’s like being in paradise. You can’t ask for more. Everything there is made to make you enjoy your time off and fill up your belly. Which we did, of course! This destination was very influential for us. In my life, almost all my memories are connected to smell or taste and Italy is all about that. So I let you imagine how great it was for me, for us! How many new memories we brought back.

Surprised to see my name instead of Jean-Félix as an author in that cocktail section? That’s because I needed to talk to you about that place. As you already know, Jean-Felix is a bartender, and an AMAZING one. He got me really picky about cocktails. As I’m used to drinking what he does for me all the time, I’m not easily impressed anymore when I go to cocktail bars and this, no matter where we are in the world.

What’s up guys! I’m sure you will agree with me on how satisfying it can be to eat foie gras in Paris, pizza in Naples or poutine in Quebec! Right? Well, this past fall I checked one more thing off my foodie bucket list… I drank my first Valencia Horchata in Altea! Sefra and I, with some dear friends were walking on the beautiful beach of this little Spanish city when I suddenly saw a sign saying, “Helados artesanos Horchata.” That was it! 2 minutes later we were sitting on a sea-side patio, on a beautiful sunny day, having a refreshing Horchata. I’ll never forget this!

Roasted Chestnut is a true little weakness for me. It means all at once festivities, holidays, coziness and treats. It’s a seasonal wonder. As soon as I’m travelling within the good season, I always look around me when I walk on the street in hoping to find some stands where they roast some on the spot. It makes me so happy to buy my little bag of chestnut and eating them walking in a new country, exploring at the same time. The last time I ate some during a trip we were in Porto. What a lovely memory!

So here we are … back in the cold Quebec City. To warm my heart, I decided to make me some house made roasted chestnuts. Of course, as you start to know me now … I love butter A LOT so, I put some! Why? Because butter is LIFE!!