Summer tastes deeper when it’s lived slowly. In this lyrical ode to Provençal life, I share the rhythms of my family table — barefoot mornings, sun-warmed lunches, and salt-streaked evenings — all woven with soul, memory, and God-given food. Includes my family’s beloved traditional recipes.

A real week of summer family meals: ripe fruit, simple plates, and easy moments that feel like barefoot afternoons and sun-warmed kitchens. these recipes aren’t perfect, but they’re honest — made for long days and hungry hands.