i am tinymango.

today when we worked in the kitchen, we left the door open and let the eerie warmth of a halloween evening inside. we picked rose petals and candied them, made tiny gnocchis, arranged like a pearl necklace draped across a plate.

i said we needed something sweet, for halloween. you know. so i walked down the street and got some milkshakes from splendoras. a pumpkin milkshake for me, a plum fennel and caraway milkshake for The Chef. they were both pretty tasty.

late night foie gras.

what a lucky girl i am. homemade pate with bitter and crisp arugula salad, barely kissed by balsamic, sweet and spicy cornichons, whole grain mustard, frutta motarda, and caramelised onions in an empty restaurant with two domestic beers and the love of my life.