From our UK edition
Occasionally, a French person reveals – without any malice or superciliousness – that they run on an alternative operating system from us Brits. Over the years, a surprising theme has emerged in my conversations with Frenchmen: butter. Take my first visit to Paris, more than 30 years ago. I innocently asked for butter with my
As the old Jewish proverb goes, “Man plans and God laughs.” But nothing, in my experience, makes Him clutch His sides quite like hearing about my Mediterranean gardening ambitions. Every winter, my horticultural memory performs a factory reset. I somehow forget the summer mornings when the thermometer climbs past 90°F by 8 a.m. and the
These ersatz pastries are sold without taste or conscience
I’m known as a ‘budding plant scientist’ in the village, but homemade GMOs?
Come December, the stem will snap clean, releasing the cold-green scent of chlorophyll and victory
The plants’ robust stems and glossy leaves look almost too healthy
It’s only a matter of time before some local wag tries to diminish my dominance
Nothing beats befuddling my French garden neighbors each year with ridiculously early, cold-resistant tomatoes
