The tragedy of France’s palm oil croissants
Occasionally, a French person reveals – without any malice or superciliousness – that they run on an alternative operating system…
Why I haven’t created a tomato-cannabis hybrid
Jean-Louis was leaning out of his second-floor window. “Bonsoir, Dan!” I could hear the rumblings of a social gathering behind…
My quest for the perfect Christmas broccoli
I adore broccoli, but I despise seeing it shrink-wrapped and kidnapped in the grocery store. The sight of those slightly…
My zucchini seedling scheme
Véronique arrives 45 minutes late, a vision of practiced nonchalance and rustic affectation in a loose-fitting linen smock dress, clutching…
How I flouted a cardinal French gardening rule
“C’est ma faute,” I called up to the local old boys as they strolled past my potager, chuckling among themselves.…
