Monday, August 8, 2011


The best thing one can do when it’s raining is let it rain.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Our hopes were dashed to the ground before we could even find a steady footing. Summer had burst upon us sunny, hot and bright. I had painted my toenails my favorite shocking pink and had dug out my sandals; husband had slipped on his shorts and folded away his sweaters. We spent a few afternoons with the dog walking through the park, watching in wonder and amusement as Marty learned to feel comfortable wading into the cool water of the Erdre. His reluctance edged away just a little each time we went, each time he tentatively stuck a paw in the river, took a hesitant lick then waded in a little further than the previous visit. The heat pounded down on us as we strolled further into the park and poor Marty was reduced to a panting bundle of exhaustion, anxious for another refreshing dip on our way back to the car.
What pleasure not having to slip on a jacket and grab the umbrella whenever we desired a bit of fresh air and a stroll into the center of Nantes to run errands. I had begun waxing eloquent on the beauty of summer, extolling the limpid, aquamarine skies and the warm kiss of the breeze on my skin before the bite of the searing heat made us yearn to find our way back to the cool apartment. Yet here we are, one more time, sitting in the house taking refuge from, yes, the rain. Again. We duck out just long enough to walk a now miserable Marty or dash to the market to pick up an ingredient or two for a meal.

But we try and look on the bright side of things. We’ve taken advantage of the atrocious weather to clean and reorganize, getting Simon’s bedroom ready for his return, straightening our respective “offices” and workspaces for more efficiency and comfort. We recently, finally, decided to sell my clumsy camera, traded it in towards a new one for JP while I took possession of his. He has been giving me lessons; one day I, too, will master and control my camera and begin taking fabulous food photos! Oh yes! We watch movies, read and write. He cooks and I bake and we even let the dishes pile up in the sink, testing our limits, seeing which one of us breaks down first and does them. I have been preparing my presentation on Food & Culture for IFBC, working with the girls to finalize details for our second From Plate to Page workshop and trying to keep up on my everyday writing obligations.

Clouds come floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storms,
but to add color to my sunset sky.
- Rabindranath Tagore

I have always loved rainy days when I could enjoy them indoors, watching the mist rising up from the sidewalks merging into the rushing drops as they fall like thick masses of twine from above. The windows fog up only catching the occasional spatter against the panes. The brilliant white stone of the buildings on the further side of the square fade to yellow in the somber, drab gray of the backdrop of sky. The lights dim, the room taking on mysterious hints of an old black & white film. Curling up with a good book in my corner of the sofa, all cozy and comfy, steaming mug of coffee perched within easy reach, then all is well in the world. But when I have been promised summer; when I have felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and the gentle kiss of a mild breeze; when we have enjoyed scorching afternoons and balmy evenings; when July rolls by and fades into August and summer has been a mere thought, ephemeral, fleeting; when the promise of those heady days of summer rich with picnics and outdoor romps bleeds painful and dark across the canvas of an all too early Autumn; when our plans are dashed to the ground and we are kept prisoner, lonely, anguished, sullen prisoners in our own home, then all is no longer well in our world.

What’s with the weather, anyway? Blue skies augured another lovely day as I tumbled out of bed this morning. After working for an hour I realized that I still needed to dash to the market for fruit, vegetables and something appropriately lunch-like. The boy, home for the weekend, was still a-snooze and JP decided to slip on his hiking boots and head outside for a bit of country air. I was on my own. It was pushing 10:30, 10:45, 11:00 a.m. and the market becomes a battle of nerves, a contest of wills as the morning moves towards noon. Jostling through the crowds, elbowing one’s way through the narrow aisles choking with shoppers, strollers and the mindlessly oblivious, working one’s way up the market between the chilly glass cases and the wooden stands filled to capacity with the late-Sunday morning crowd is more than some can endure. So I knew that it was time to leave. I tied on my pink hightops, shrugged on my raincoat, grabbed the basket and ran. The sun was indeed out, albeit rather hesitantly, so no need to take my cap (or so I thought). I calmly, cheerfully did my marketing, scooping up a brown paper bagful of gorgeous mirabelles, tiny jewel-like plums of an elegantly golden yellow streaked with the reds and purples of a sunset; sweet, sweet Reines-Claudes; peaches and nectarines; a basket brimming with good things. Yet as I stepped out of the market, I was met with a veritable deluge. What?! I thought that we were finally finished with this madness! And then, as I stood there wondering how quickly it would pass and whether or not I should wait it out or go ahead and make a dash for it, I thought of JP. Out on his lovely promenade in the countryside, his Sunday morning healthful stroll out in the green.

Well, all’s well that ends well and although we both arrived home rather damp, to say the least, we dried off and warmed up, no worse for wear and sat down to a hot lunch. JP had taken some shots with his new camera and I had gotten some chores taken care of and some letters sent. I still hover somewhere between love and hate when it comes to the chill, damp, dreariness of these unexpected rainy days, between the coziness of our safe haven indoors and the yearning to be outside warming in the summer sun. Autumn seems to want nothing more than to claim her place well ahead of schedule. But I realize that with my trip to New Orleans and Florida nearing that I should appreciate and enjoy the cool season we are having while I can. I have been warned that Louisiana in August makes the searing, stifling heat of a Florida summer seem meek in comparison, so I am bracing myself. Yet how I look forward to discovering this magical city, the kingdom of gastronomy and all the good things she has to offer. How excited I am at the prospect of the conference; meeting and spending time with people, friends I have come to know only on the internet; attending the sessions and learning so much; speaking on a subject of which I am so passionate about, food and culture, and hopefully inspiring others to think about it, see it in a whole new light. And how happy to find myself in Florida with my mother in my childhood home; how much pleasure derived from rediscovering old school chums and old haunts; how anxious I am to see my baby again, to shop with him, eat all that I can’t get in France with him and just see him all grown up. So, yes, I will put up with the rain just a little while longer, content, knowing what awaits me shortly.

And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down.
Without the rain there would be no rainbow.
- G.K. Chesterton

And Mathilde always brings a ray of bright sunshine whenever she comes over to bake with me. We made the absolutely delicious, fruity Greengage Galette and we made these Lemon, Blueberry and Poppyseed Muffins from a cookbook that I had offered her for Christmas. She is passionate about baking, but as a beginner I wanted to offer her a book that was both simple and inspiring, and this one by Trish Deseine certainly is. Tangy lemons and sweet blueberries are the perfect match and nothing says Summer more. Add to that the subtle crunch of poppyseeds and these muffins are not only simple enough for a beginning baker to make but absolutely delicious. The only change we made to this recipe other than adapting the quantities of lemon and poppyseeds to our own taste was the addition of whole blueberries to the muffins, which, for some odd reason, Ms. Deseine does not do. Go ahead, make these yourself and prolong the warm days of summer for just a little longer, no matter what the weather is outside.

From I Love Cake by Trish Deseine

12 normal muffins + 9 mini muffins

1 cup + 1 Tbs (150 g) flour
1 tsp baking powder
¾ cup (150 g) granulated brown sugar
1 Tbs poppyseeds, or more or less as you like
Juice and finely grated zest of 1 lemon
¼ cup (125 ml) vegetable oil
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
½ cup fresh or frozen blueberries, lightly tossed in a bit of flour just to coat

Juice of 1 lemon
3 – 4 Tbs powdered (confectioner’s) sugar
A few blueberries to decorate

Preheat the oven to 375°F (190°C). Line muffin tins with paper cups.

Place the flour, baking powder, sugar, the poppyseeds and the finely grated lemon zest in a large mixing bowl. Stir or whisk to combine.

Make a well in the center of the dry ingredients and pour in the vegetable oil, lemon juice and the lightly beaten eggs. Stir or whisk together gently just until combined and well blended. Do not over mix. Fold in the blueberries.

Fill the muffin cases ¾ full. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, depending on the size of the muffins, removing from the oven when slightly puffed, set in the center (the surface may be just cracking) and beginning to color a golden brown. Remove the paper cases with the muffins from the tins and allow to cool on racks.

Mini Muffins

Prepare the glaze by stirring the powdered sugar into the lemon juice until smooth and slightly thickened – taste and add a bit more sugar if you want it sweeter. Carefully spoon glaze onto each cooled muffin, making sure to cover the entire surface. Serve decorated with a blueberry tossed in a bit of granulated white sugar perched on each muffin, if desired.


thelittleloaf said...

This just popped up through my Twitter feed and had to look straight away! Beautiful muffins! Can't wait to try them out when I get home - I've got some brand new mini silicone muffin moulds just crying out to be tst run with this recipe :-)

Baker Street said...

You had me at blueberries. Love the combination. Perfect for summer

Rosa's Yummy Yums said...

Splendid muffins¨Totally irresistible.

The weather is really bplaying with our nerves. Nonetheless, I am very thankful that we were able to sit on the balcony this weekend...



Meaghan Luby said...

these look so so pretty! i love lemon and blueberry and this is the exact season to act on that combo! thanks for sharing :)

Sanjeeta kk said...

I get transformed into a dreamland everytime that I read your posts...and wish never to come back to the real that silhouette with rain drops in front! And lemon..blueberries..certainly a combo made in heaven.

Heavenly Housewife said...

Eating one (or two) of these muffins with a cup of tea on a rainy day sounds like my idea of bliss.
*kisses* HH

Nuts about food said...

I think the pictures you take of your food are actually quite lovely...or are they JP's? It is a strange summer indeed. We have nice weather, but this morning on my way to work I had to stop biking to put on a sweater. On August 9th, in Milan, on a bike!

Jamie said...

@Nuts about food: no these are mine but I need to work on the quality (lighting, sharpness, etc) which he is showing me how to do. Yeah this is definitely sweater weather...

WiseMóna said...

I love lemon poppyseed muffins and now that blueberry's are in season I see no reason not to throw in a handful! Jamie, I cannot do the dishes in the sink thing. Niether can the Chef. Immediate clean up. I wonder how long they would sit there if I did not do them?

Sukaina said...

The grass always looks greener on the other side- we are craving for even a few drops of rain here im the desert! Enjoy the rest of summer with your son! Muffis looks fabulous and I'm sure your talk at IFBC will be inspiring!

Jayasri Ravi said...

I just saw this in twitter feed, and came in straight away:), my girl loves anything tangy!, so here is one , and of course the write up I love the photographs and makes me feel i am reading a book and not a blog!, Oh! when I went through your write-up I felt the same way, everyday I keep thinking how long is this sun going to last!, well, it's sunny today umm.., now anyways will carry my umbrella when I go to the market!

Katrina {In Katrina's Kitchen} said...

I never eat to come to the end of your posts my dear. :) These are perfect for a rainy day. said...

Lovely recipe. I like being indoors on the odd day it rains in Dubai. It makes me feel secure and cosy - and baking even more enjoyable.

Nicole said...

Perfect flavor combination. These would brighten up any rainy day.

Ken│hungry rabbit said...

Mother nature has certainly played tricks on this summer's weather, but these lemony muffins can certainly provide comfort to whatever the weather may be.

Junglefrog said...

It's true... we suffer the same type of weather pattern as you do at the moment... I was soo happy I actually got sunshine on the friday at the beach wedding (which was gorgeous.. there is one pic up now at the wedding website I showed you earlier..) But it can get frustrating when we have hardly any summer at all. I hope your trip to New Orleans at least is better in weather. I would love to go there one day

Lazaro Cooks said...

I am not a big muffin guy but would surely be tempted by these.

uk mover said...

Muffins are my favourite dessert.I prefer blueberry type.

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Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigell said...

What a mouthwatering combination of flavours. I only wish the weather was warmer here. We had a brief teaser and now it seems to have gotten cold again!

Sam @ My Carolina Kitchen said...

Lovely muffins Jamie. The little sugared blueberry looks so pretty on top.

This year the weather has been crazy. For the people who need rain the most (think Texas), it never seems to come. Cattle is being sold and corn crops are dried up and dead. But you've got too much rain in France. Do you think we did something to upset Mother Nature? She sure seems on a tear this year.

tasteofbeirut said...

My son told me once that lemon poppy seed was his favorite muffin flavor; with this recipe I will be able to make him a great muffin with the extra blueberries and not feel like a bad mother! :)

Shaheen said...

I've been playing with poppyseeds a lot recently too, but I have to say I am liking this combo a lot.

asiangrrl said...

Beautiful, lovely story, and beautiful, lovely muffins.

P.S. But I love cold and wet, so take what I say with a grain of sugar!

bunkycooks said...

I am hoping that you sneak a few of these muffins along with some macarons in your suitcase when you come to New Orleans in a few weeks! Enjoy your weather in France while you can because the states will be quite a bit different during your visit.:)

shaz said...

Sigh, Jamie. Your descriptive writing almost has me envying your rainy days, they sound rather romantic. But I know what you mean, summer is my favourite season and some years I feel absolutely cheated if it is cut short! Hope the rain stops soon and you get some warmth again. Beautiful muffins too.

lisaiscooking said...

We've been taking refuge inside a lot lately too--but from the heat in our case! Hope you have a fantastic time in New Orleans and Florida. And, this reminds me it's been way too long since I last made poppy seed muffins. Love them!

Carolyn Jung said...

Rain has a way of coming at the most inopportune times. But hey, there's nothing better than baking, when it's pelting furious and hard on the window panes. The sweet, buttery smell of baked goods always banishes any gray away.

Shulie said...

Exciting times ahead of you Jaime and am sure you will be fabulous!! I will look for tidbits of your talk and your advntures in New Orleans. I baked in the past blueberry lemon muffins and out to go cake is a lemon poppy but never together. Thought of baking today so I might change things around.


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