No Place Like Home

We have had the most ridiculous month. The usual things (sick kids) plus a few less usual things (broken finger, bad back) were put into perspective when we got an early morning call from the mister’s family in the UK: his dad passed away. (more…)

Newborn Calf on Mays Road

On our way to Saison Market for sticky cinnamon buns and brie and pear focaccia, we passed the Mays Road farm where the cows sit right next to the road. They’re always there: big, brown, lazy beasts that inspire gleeful shouts from the inhabitants of two car seats in the back of our van, “Cows!”.  The old farmer, dressed in grungy jeans and plaid shirt, is often seen driving his old tractor around his fields. It’s just like a scene from a movie. (more…)

Saison Market’s Green Eggs and Feet

If you haven’t been to Saison Market on Mays Road for a taste of France, consider yourself lucky. Once you do, no bread or pastry will taste the same. But this isn’t about Saison’s incredibly-sweet-yet-impossibly-light cinnamon buns, or their tortiere that in one bite could make an anglophone bilingual. This is about green eggs and hens feet. (more…)