I was born in Meaux, grew up in Nice, and somehow ended up back in rural France by way of the Netherlands and England.

My father was Parisian, my mother Dutch. And in the kitchen, I always knew where I belonged. I was the kid who wanted to chop, stir, and taste everything. The one who drank watered-down wine before she was ten, because that’s just what French children do. There was no single dish that defined my childhood, it was the whole culture of it. The butter. The cheese. The vegetables pulled from the garden that morning. The unspoken understanding that food is love and meals are meant to be shared.

Growing up in Nice gave me a France built on sun, on markets, on the southern confidence that the best meal is always the simplest one.

Today I live in rural France, where my neighbour who grows more vegetables than she can ever use, leaves bags of courgettes at my door. Where the woman at the market knows exactly which field my cheese came from and won’t rush the conversation to explain. Where the apéro invitation inevitably, becomes dinner. And where tarts are pressed into your hands as you leave for coffee, wrapped in foil, as if it were nothing, when really, it is everything.

This is the France most people never get to see. And it is the France I want to share with you.

So I became a French food blogger and started Obviously French. To make the real France visible, the recipes that come from actual French kitchens, the traditions that don’t make it onto posters, the everyday moments that are so ordinary to us and so extraordinary to anyone seeing them for the first time.

So pull up a chair. Pour yourself something good. And let me show you the France I grew up in, the one I fell back in love with, and the one I will always go back to.

My mission

To share the France I know and love, the food, the places, the traditions, the little everyday moments that make it so special. And to make it all feel within reach, wherever in the world you are.