The new kid in town. Bistr’eau. This place holds a very special place to my heart as it is my husband’s hard earned success. If you’ve been following us for a while, you know my husband Jean (initially an electrical engineer and financial consultant) is a food lover and amateur Chef. His dream for the past few years was to have that restaurant where he would go crazy and work on his passion. This summer, he found it.

Having a baby was always a major fear for me. Since I grew up with a gynecologist dad, I had all the (ugly) details of it all. I was a very curious little girl and I used to listen to grown-up conversations all the time. So I knew everything pregnant women out there were going through. I knew what to expect, when to go to the hospital, when a feeling meant bad news and more importantly what not to eat while pregnant.

When in the mood for something sweet, I can’t even allow myself to think about having something else than 10 g of dark chocolate or a fruit. See, I’ve become accustomed to a generally healthy lifestyle. Milk chocolate bars and potato chips have been out of my vocabulary for years now – except for my pregnancy cravings which I have, thank God, grown out of. But sometimes, a fruit or a tiny piece of dark chocolate just don’t cut it. That’s when a homemade dry cake comes to mind.

We visited Athens on the last week of October for a mix of personal business and pleasure. The city is great for a quick getaway not far from home (1h15 flight). As we planned our trip before our departure, I still had in mind the Athens I once knew as vibrant, full of life and happy people, and in keep-up with trends. In my head, it was still a mix of Beirut and organized European countries. The last time I was there, it was 2013. The economic crisis had just hit but it wasn’t quite obvious yet. This time around, it was pretty palpable. What the economy had done to this vibrant city was a complete shock.