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Dans cette deuxième partie, on retrouve Giuliano Sperandio au moment où sa vie bascule vraiment dans le métier.C'est un chapitre fait de voyages, d'apprentissages parfois rudes, de rencontres fondatrices et de décisions parfois impulsives — mais toujours guidées par une boussole intérieure très claire : vivre sa vie, pas celle que les autres attendent.On le suit du concours européen au Luxembourg — qu'il gagne presque malgré lui — à Monaco, puis Rome, où il découvre ce qui deviendra sa cuisine : les condiments, les cuissons, les jus, ces « petites touches qui font briller le palais ».On le découvre observateur obsessionnel, mémoriel sur les gestes et les attitudes, mais totalement imperméable à l'idée de reproduire un plat qu'il n'a pas compris.Et puis il y a ces virages qui disent tout de son tempérament :New York et ses cuisines chaotiques, la Suisse, la Grèce avec Nobu, puis ce besoin presque organique d'apprendre les bases françaises, à Paris, quitte à mettre son couple dans la balance.Ce chapitre, c'est le moment où Giuliano se construit un langage : chercher, absorber, décoder, comprendre — et ne jamais faire semblant.Une trajectoire faite « d'envies » plutôt que de plans, de liberté cadrée et d'intuition.Pour découvrir la cuisine de Giuliano Sperandio, c'est par ici !
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Chef du Taillevent, à Paris depuis 2021, Giuliano Sperandio est aujourd'hui un profil singulier de la haute cuisine française.Longtemps dans l'ombre de Christophe Pelé, il assoit désormais son univers avec une vivacité et une liberté remarquables — une main fine, précise, inspirée, une agilité qui fait vibrer les murs d'une institution historique.Dans ce premier chapitre consacré à Giuliano Sperandio, on remonte à l'origine de tout.Loin du prestige du Taillevent, loin de la vivacité créative qu'on lui connaît aujourd'hui, il y a un enfant de Ligurie — un petit village de 75 âmes, beaucoup de silence, une tristesse très tôt installée, mais aussi une immense bienveillance. Giuliano raconte sans détour cette enfance marquée par l'absence, la dépression, la nourriture comme refuge et cette première image fondatrice : un petit garçon enfermé dans les toilettes de l'école, qui face à une araignée, écrit sur un bout de papier comme une échapattoire qu'il veut être glacier.On découvre aussi la table de ses grands-parents, seul lieu joyeux, généreux, où les pâtes, les viandes, les desserts rythmaient les week-ends.On parle des difficultés de l'adolescence, de son entrée à l'école hôtelière, du premier stage dans un hôtel réputé “dur”, des carottes qu'on doit éplucher comme on ferait une introspection, de la violence de certains gestes en cuisine, et de la manière dont le jeune Giuliano tente de se construire malgré tout.Cette première partie est un récit puissant, brut, d'une grande sensibilité.Et pour comprendre l'homme et le chef qu'il est devenu, il faut commencer là : dans un village de Ligurie, avec un enfant triste et lumineux à la fois, avec cette force singulière qu'il a de transformer les éprevues et les cicatrices en énergie.Pour découvrir la cuisine de Giuliano Sperandio, c'est par ici !
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Hommage à Albert Kassabi, alias Bébert, membre emblématique des Forbans, décédé le 25 novembre à 63 ans. Le groupe, fondé en 1978 à Ivry-sur-Seine, a marqué les années 80 avec des tubes comme Chante, Flip Flap et Lève ton ful de là. Passionné de Ford Mustang et de whisky Jameson, Bébert continuait à se produire avec son groupe dans toute la France. Artisan dans l'âme, il fabriquait des meubles et des boîtes qu'il offrait à ses proches.À retenir :Décès de Bébert, figure des Forbans et icône des années 80.Succès du groupe avec des titres cultes dont Chante (adaptation de « Shout Shout »).Un artiste passionné et généreux, entre musique et artisanat.Notre équipe a utilisé un outil d'Intelligence artificielle via les technologies d'Audiomeans© pour accompagner la création de ce contenu écrit.Hébergé par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.
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Décoration, design, création, savoir-faire, ces mots vous parlent ? Alors vous êtes au bon endroit ! Bienvenue dans LE CLUB, l'émission comme à la radio avec différentes chroniques... déco, design et même transition écologique !Dans cet épisode, Marie Farman, journaliste spécialisée en design qui collabore avec de nombreux magazines, nous parle de son best of pour 2026 : les expos à venir, le designer à connaitre, la tendance incontournable, bref tout ce qu'il ne faudra pas rater en cette nouvelle annéeViolaine Belle-Croix, rédactrice en chef de Marie Claire Enfants et citoyenne engagée grâce à WITE MEDIA, partage ses tips naturels pour ne pas tomber malade cet hiver !Enfin, Billie Blanket, journaliste déco, autrice et désormais décoratrice d'intérieur qui s'est cassé la jambe et nous accueille chez elle, consacre sa chronique aux cadeaux de Noël Un mix&match comme on les aime pour une discussion dans la joie et la bonne humeur !Et merci à Tikamoon, fidèle partenaire de cette émission. Si ce podcast vous plait n'hésitez pas
Chaque vendredi, en bonus du podcast CHEFS D'ENTEPRISE-S. David et Adrien Pitard, opening planner et fondateur de la société Entrée, partagent des conseils pour aider les futur·e·s restaurateur·rice·s à transformer leur idée en projet solide.Dans cet épisode, une question fréquente : faut-il prendre un expert-comptable dès le début ou attendre d'avoir du chiffre d'affaires ?
Cette semaine dans CHEFS D'ENTREPRISE-S, on reçoit un acteur clé du paysage gastronomique… mais qui n'est ni chef, ni restaurateur : Damien Rodière, directeur général de TheFork France.Un épisode passionnant pour comprendre comment s'est bâtie la plateforme qui accompagne des millions d'utilisateurs et des dizaines de milliers de restaurateurs chaque mois.Damien parle avec précision de la mission de son entreprise — « aider quelqu'un à trouver le bon restaurant, au bon moment » — et de ce que cela implique en termes d'avis, de photos, d'inspiration, de lisibilité et de relation avec les professionnels. Et il raconte aussi ses débuts et la manière dont sa vision et sa mission ont évolués.Il revient aussi sur les débuts parfois hésitants des restaurateurs face aux avis, sur la nécessité de rendre l'information “digeste” et utile, sur l'accompagnement terrain… mais, comme toujours dans CHEFS, on explore aussi l'histoire derrière la fonction.On découvre ainsi un parcours étonnant :un enfant de Dax élevé autour de la table familiale, un jeune homme qui cherche sa voie, qui passe par l'ingénierie, un stage dans les vignes du Nebraska, un autre dans les antennes télécoms, puis la tech, puis le conseil…avant de trouver, presque sans l'avoir anticipé, l'entreprise dans laquelle toutes ses compétences prennent sens : TheFork.Vous passez volontairement des entretiens d'embauche pour jauger de votre envie de garder votre emploi? Lui si et ça fait partie de ces tips de dirigeants pour justement trouver du sens au quotidien...Un échange clair, humain, concret — qui dit beaucoup de la nouvelle génération de dirigeants dans le monde de la food et de la tech !
Pour la première fois, CHEFS propose un hors-série : Le Noël des Chefs.Pendant un mois, chaque jeudi, jusqu'à Noël, un grand nom de la gastronomie revient sur ses souvenirs d'enfance, les fêtes, les premiers gestes, ces moments qui ont façonné son rapport au goût… et, bien souvent, sa vocation !Pour ouvrir cette collection, un invité rare, un chef immense : Éric Frechon.Trois étoiles, Meilleur Ouvrier de France, figure majeure de la cuisine française, un chef reconnu mais plutôt discret.Dans cet épisode, il replonge dans sa Normandie natale :• les Noëls en famille, autour des produits simples et frais,• les marchés, le jardin, la cuisine du grand-père,• ce premier « vrai » repas de réveillon qu'il prépare à quinze ans — huîtres chaudes comprises, servies fièrement pour l'occasion,• et cette envie très tôt ancrée : être indépendant, travailler, trouver sa voie.En filigrane, c'est la naissance d'un chef que l'on découvre : l'envie de faire plaisir, le goût du travail, la fierté de bien faire… qui ont contribué à construire un artisan, puis un chef, puis une référence.Un épisode intime, sensible, rare — un retour aux sources qui ouvre magnifiquement cette série dédiée à l'esprit de Noël!Pour retrouver l'univers d'Éric Frechon c'est par ici !
Avec : Benjamin Amar, professeur d'histoire-géographie. Élise Goldfarb, entrepreneure. Et Frédéric Hermel, journaliste RMC. - Accompagnée de Charles Magnien et sa bande, Estelle Denis s'invite à la table des français pour traiter des sujets qui font leur quotidien. Société, conso, actualité, débats, coup de gueule, coups de cœurs… En simultané sur RMC Story.
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We're in the midst of a craft revolution. We're seeing explosive growth in many consumer products categories. There is no one definition, I would say, but oftentimes there are artisanal products, locally sourced, handmade, and sometimes made in small batches.我们正处在一场手工艺革命的浪潮之中。我们看到许多消费品类别都在出现爆炸式增长。虽然没有一个统一的定义，但通常它们是手工制作的产品、本地采购、手工打造，有时以小批量方式生产。It resonates with many of the megatrends that we see with consumers, particularly millennials who are really looking for something very authentic. They like to take risks and try new products. Right now, it's primarily a U.S. phenomenon, but we're seeing growth in many markets outside the U.S. as well.这与我们看到的许多消费大趋势相契合，尤其是千禧一代，他们非常追求真实的东西。他们喜欢冒险、尝试新产品。目前这主要是一种美国现象，但我们也在看到美国以外许多市场的增长。We really think the craft revolution will be a global phenomenon over the next 10 years. We're seeing the craft revolution across many categories. You know, when you think about restaurants, the whole farm-to-table concept is a great example of craft.我们确实认为，在未来10年内，手工艺革命将成为全球现象。我们在许多类别中都看到了这种手工艺浪潮。例如，当你想到餐饮业时，“从农场到餐桌”的理念就是一个典型的手工化代表。You're seeing it in cosmetics. Handmade soap, for example, is really a growing part of that industry. I think most importantly, where we're seeing the most and the fastest growth we're seeing is really in the alcoholic beverages.你也能在化妆品领域看到这种趋势。例如手工皂，已成为该行业快速增长的部分。而我认为最重要的是，我们看到增长最多、增速最快的领域其实是酒精类饮品。Beer and spirits are examples of where we're seeing really a true craft revolution playing out. Craft beer is the most developed and largest segment within craft. It's about 10% of the total industry volume, independent crafts, and if you include some of the craft-style brands that are owned by the major companies, it's actually as large as 13%, 14%.啤酒和烈酒是我们看到真正的手工革命正在发生的典型例子。在所有手工领域中，精酿啤酒是发展最成熟、规模最大的部分。独立精酿啤酒约占整个行业销量的10%，如果再算上大公司拥有的精酿风格品牌，比例实际上可达到13%至14%。It's interesting because it's not a new concept per se. Craft beers have been around since the 80s and 90s, really started out as some of the smaller microbrewery developing their own beer in their garages, and I think the last 10 years, we've seen such explosive growth in craft beer. And we think that over the next five years, the craft beer segment could be as big as 20% of the total industry volume.有趣的是，这本身并不是一个新概念。精酿啤酒从80年代、90年代就已经出现，最早是一些小型的家庭微型酿酒厂在车库里自行酿造。而在过去10年，我们看到了精酿啤酒的爆炸式增长。我们认为，在未来五年内，精酿啤酒可能会增长到整个行业规模的20%。Craft spirits is smaller than beer. Today we think it's about 2% to 3% of the total industry volume, but what's interesting and fascinating is that this is growing at a really faster rate than beer. Many of the craft spirits brands are growing 40%, 50%, and really it touches on across many categories within spirits.精酿烈酒目前比啤酒小得多。现在我们估计它占整个行业的2%到3%。但有趣的是，它的增长速度比啤酒还要快。许多精酿烈酒品牌正以40%至50%的速度增长，而且涵盖烈酒中的多个类别。So it's not just the whiskey phenomenon, but you're seeing it in vodka, you're seeing it in gin. The other thing that's interesting is when you think about the number of distilleries that are actually popping up, it's very close to where beer was 10, 15 years ago. So think about the trajectory that craft spirits could be on for the next 10 years, really replicating what beer went through on the craft side.所以这不只是威士忌的现象，你能在伏特加、杜松子酒中都看到这一趋势。另一个有趣的点是，当你观察新成立的蒸馏厂的数量时，它与啤酒在10到15年前的情况非常相似。所以想象一下未来10年精酿烈酒的发展轨迹，很可能会复制精酿啤酒过去的路径。Interestingly, I think what you have to keep in mind is the consequences of what all this means for some of the larger players. Some are buying some of these smaller craft brands, some are trying to develop their own brands organically, but certainly the competitive intensity has been rising and we think will continue to rise as a result of just the proliferation and the competitive pressure from these craft beer brands. So the rise of craft is here to stay.值得注意的是，我们必须考虑这些变化对大型企业意味着什么。一些大公司正在收购小型精酿品牌，一些则试图自行开发手工风格产品。但无论如何，竞争强度正在上升，且我们认为会持续上升，因为精酿品牌数量迅速增加并带来了巨大的竞争压力。因此，手工艺浪潮势不可挡。In some categories we think the craft will really take over the mainstream segments in that particular category, and like it or not, the larger companies really have to deal with the consequences of what that means. It's not just an impact on the consumers, but how the companies are dealing with that will really define how the industry impacts the broader trends over time.在某些类别中，我们认为手工化甚至会取代该类别的主流市场。不管大型企业愿不愿意，它们都必须应对这种变化带来的影响。这不仅影响消费者行为，更影响企业如何调整策略，而这些变化将最终塑造整个行业如何影响未来更广泛的趋势。
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Summary:In this episode, Rupert and Joel Gill explore the multifaceted journey of design, leadership, and the importance of community in the design industry. Joel shares his unique path from engineering to design, emphasizing the need for solid leadership and craft legacy in nurturing future designers. They discuss the significance of localization, the role of design tools, and the challenges of managing global teams. Joel concludes with his personal framework for success, emphasizing the need for continuous growth in experience, expertise, and enthusiasm.Chapters:00:00 Introduction and Background03:13 Journey into Design and Engineering09:08 Transitioning to Design and Career Challenges11:56 Design in Finance and Building Capabilities14:20 Establishing a CX Community at Shell17:38 Bridging the Gap in Design Education22:29 Craft Legacy and Leadership in Design27:19 The Role of AI in Design30:43 Elevating Design through Tool Access31:34 Navigating Pushback and Justifying Design Investments34:38 The Role of Design in Organizational Structure36:17 Design Maturity and Digital Ecosystems39:46 Managing Global Teams and Collaboration42:48 Creating Community and Culture in Design47:07 Career Pathways and Professional Development49:16 The Importance of Leadership in Design51:08 The Value of Experience in Design54:57 Business Design and Organizational Change57:49 Personal Frameworks for Professional Growthwww.joelgill.com/www.linkedin.com/in/joelgillfrsa/
In this episode, we are joined by Johnny B. Truant, author of the acclaimed Fat Vampire series (which was adapted as Reginald the Vampire for the SyFy channel), the indie writer's guide Write. Publish. Repeat, and more. Johnny shares invaluable advice as we discuss his latest non-fiction title, The Artisan Author, his career, and much more. Johnny first featured on the KWL podcast back in both 2013 and 2018, which speaks to how long he has been active in the indie publishing industry! We were excited to have Johnny join us for a third time to discuss his experience in self-publishing, his advice for aspiring indie authors, and his tips for making smart business decisions. Once you're done this episode, don't forget to check out our other episodes with Johnny: Publishing Wide with Sean Platt and Johnny B. Truant Mark Lefebvre in conversation with Johnny B. Truant And be sure to check out Johnny's website and browse his books on Kobo as well!
Les journaux reviennent sur le rôle central que Marco Rubio, le secrétaire d'État américain, joue dans les négociations autour d'un possible accord de paix entre l'Ukraine et la Russie. Le New York Times note que la présentation du plan, vendredi 21 novembre, a été plus que maladroite, certains parlant même de « chaos ». Marco Rubio a d'abord minimisé le texte en le décrivant comme « une liste d'idées », alors que Donald Trump et son vice-président JD Vance l'approuvaient pleinement. Les contradictions se sont poursuivies : dimanche 23 novembre, Trump attaquait Kiev sur les réseaux sociaux pendant que Marco Rubio, lui, tentait de sauver le projet à Genève. Pour le New York Times, il a réussi au moins une chose : reprendre la main sur un plan dont l'issue reste très incertaine. La presse insiste aussi sur cette cacophonie, conséquence de la stratégie de Donald Trump qui contourne de plus en plus la diplomatie traditionnelle. Selon Politico, la coordination a été abandonnée au profit de négociateurs officieux — JD Vance et son allié Dan Driscoll notamment — avant que Rubio ne reprenne le dossier à Genève. Politico souligne toutefois une inconnue : le rôle que pourraient jouer dans ces discussions des figures proches de Trump comme Steve Witkoff ou Jared Kushner, décrits comme « assez indépendants ». En Europe, on doute d'ailleurs que toute l'équipe soit réellement alignée derrière Marco Rubio. Marco Rubio est également en première ligne sur un autre front : le bras de fer entre Washington et Caracas. Artisan de la ligne dure contre le Venezuela, il soutient une stratégie américaine qui pourrait, selon certains observateurs, aller jusqu'à des opérations ciblées au sol. Mais là encore, Donald Trump souffle le chaud et le froid : lundi 24 novembre, son administration a classé le nébuleux « cartel de los soles » comme organisation terroriste, avant que le site Axios ne révèle que le président serait prêt à discuter directement avec Nicolás Maduro. À écouter aussi :Venezuela : «le Cartel de los Soles n'existe pas» À Porto Rico, le renforcement de la présence militaire américaine réveille de très douloureux souvenirs El País rappelle que la petite île de Vieques a été un immense champ de tirs de la Navy pendant plus d'un demi-siècle, avec expulsions massives des habitants, bombardements et exposition à des substances toxiques dont les habitants subissent encore les conséquences. Vingt ans après le départ de l'armée, la réouverture de la base de Roosevelt Roads et la possibilité d'un retour d'exercices à Vieques provoquent une vive inquiétude, alors que le nettoyage des munitions non explosées est loin d'être terminé et que les taux de cancers restent alarmants. Élus et citoyens tirent la sonnette d'alarme face à cette remilitarisation liée aux tensions avec le Venezuela. Une migrante haïtienne hospitalisée en République dominicaine meurt après son expulsion C'est à la Une d'Alterpresse, dont nous évoquons les gros titres avec son directeur Gotson Pierre. La Plateforme genre du Nord-Est (PGNE) dénonce la mort de Jésula Florvil, une migrante haïtienne de 31 ans, illégalement déportée de République dominicaine alors qu'elle était hospitalisée et sous oxygène, un mois et demi après son accouchement. Arrachée à ses soins, remise aux autorités migratoires et transférée en Haïti dans un état de grande faiblesse, elle est décédée le 21 novembre 2025. Pour la PGNE, cette tragédie illustre les pratiques inhumaines, cruelles et dégradantes subies par les femmes haïtiennes – y compris enceintes, en travail ou en post-partum – lors de leur arrestation, détention et déportation. À lire aussiLa République dominicaine durcit encore le ton face à l'immigration illégale en provenance d'Haïti Violences faites contre les femmes : la situation en Haïti En cette journée internationale pour l'élimination de la violence à l'égard des femmes, nous nous penchons sur le cas haïtien. Nous en parlons avec l'ancienne ministre de la condition féminine, Ginette Chérubin. Journal de la 1ère En Guadeloupe, les financements du syndicat mixte de gestion de l'eau et de l'assainissement sont dans le collimateur de la Chambre régionale des comptes.
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Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Stories read in the soothing style of a bedtime story
Relax to this Greek Myth, this myth tells the story of Daedalus, the Wonderful Artisan, who designed the Minotaur Labrynth and forged the wings of Icarus, his son. Please leave a 5-star review & SUBSCRIBE on Apple and Spotify. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit https://www.sleepcove.com/support and become a Premium Member. Get Instant Access and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial: https://sleepcove.com/support For Apple users, click the TRY FREE button for a 2-week free trial and become a Premium Member Today. Support our Sponsors: This episode of Sleep Cove is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/sleepcove and get on your way to being your best self. Our Sister Shows: - Calm Cove - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt - Relaxing Music & Ambient Sounds - Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Bedtime Stories - https://link.chtbl.com/skj6YFah - Let's Begin - Daytime Meditations with wake sections at the end - https://link.chtbl.com/Z--DgSH4 - YouTube Bedtime Story Channel - https://rb.gy/t7wyjk - YouTube Sleep Hypnosis & Meditation Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClE6WJgPYRBtwVQ1qDBrbqw Connect: - Join the Newsletter for a Bonus Meditation - https://www.sleepcove.com/bonus - Facebook: https://rb.gy/azpdrd - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sleep_cove/ - TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sleepcovechris Recommended Products: Comfortable Sleep Headphones - https://www.sleepcove.com/headphones The Best Mattress from Puffy: https://sleepcove.com/puffy _______________ All Content by Sleep Cove is for educational or entertainment purposes and does not provide or replace professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your medical professional before making any changes to your treatment and if in any doubt, contact your doctor. Please listen in a place where you can safely go to sleep. Sleep Cove is not responsible or liable for any loss, damage or injury arising from the use of this content. _________________ Sleep Cove content includes guided sleep meditations, sleep hypnosis (hypnotherapy), sleep stories (visualizations) and Bedtime Stories for adults and grown-ups, all designed to help you get a great night's sleep Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Voici l'épisode 84 avec Tiphaine, qui du haut de ses 23 ans, vient de passer une année à... rénover une maison ! On a parlé de faire ses études à HEC, de prendre une année de césure pour mener à bien un projet travaux, d'acheter une maison avec son papa, de créer une SCI, de poser des moulures avec son papi, d'ouvrir un restaurant dans une roulotte, de passer des journées et des journées seule dans une maison à faire des travaux (le kiff !), de se lancer le défi de faire une vidéo par jour pour YouTube, de peinture à motifs effet papier peint... Mais aussi de trouver chacun sa place quand on rénove en famille, et de ses conseils pour que tout se passe au mieux dans ce genre de situations ! Tiphaine vous partage aussi ses bonnes adresses travaux, et fait le bilan d'une année hors normes, comme une parenthèse enchantée et bien méritée au cœur de ses études supérieures. J'ai adoré l'histoire du Tiphaine et du Quatre Feuilles, puisque c'est le nom qu'elle a donné à cette maison devenu un gîte, et j'espère que cet épisode va vous plaire aussi !Vous pouvez retrouver la visite complète de la maison en photos, et les avant/après des travaux sur www.lechantierpodcast.fr/84-chez-tiphaine. Mais je ne vous en dis pas plus, et je laisse place à l'histoire de la rénovation de Tiphaine. Bonne écoute !*****NOTES DE L'ÉPISODE******- La visite en photos de la maison : www.lechantierpodcast.fr/84-chez-tiphaine- Le compte Instagram du podcast : @lechantierpodcast- Le compte Instagram de Tiphaine : @lequatrefeuilles- Sa chaîne YouTube : https://www.youtube.com/@lequatrefeuillesMerci à mon partenaire Schmidt, le premier fabricant français de meubles sur mesure expert de l'aménagement de toutes les pièces de la maison : cuisine, dressing, bureau, salle de bains, salon…Depuis plus de 65 ans, Schmidt mise sur son savoir-faire et sur des solutions pratiques et bien pensées pour créer avec vous des espaces plus fonctionnels, plus agréables à vivre et adaptés à vos besoins, et vous proposer des intérieurs fiables, bien conçus et durables.Alors si vous avez un projet d'aménagement sur mesure, courrez découvrir leurs solutions sur www.home-design.schmidt !Surtout que vous pouvez bénéficier, grâce au podcast, de -15% sur l'eshop de Schmidt www.shop.schmidt/ jusqu'au 28 février 2026 avec le code LECHANTIER15 !- Si vous aimez ce podcast, laissez 5 étoiles et votre avis en quelques mots sur Apple Podcasts ou Spotify, ça m'aide énormément
Il y a des épisodes qu'on rêve un jour de pouvoir enregistrer et celui-ci en fait partie.Dans CHEFS, vous le savez, on remonte les histoires, on parle de transmission, de cuisines qui se construisent, de brigades qui se soudent…Mais là, on vous embarque au cœur d'un moment fondateur de la gastronomie française contemporaine.Il faut remonter à la fin des années 80, au début des années 90.À cette époque, personne ou presque ne va dîner dans un palace — à moins d'y dormir. Les grandes tables des hôtels ne sont pas encore des destinations gastronomiques.Et puis un jour, l'Hôtel de Crillon confie sa cuisine à un chef nommé Christian Constant.Ce dernier rappelle alors son poulain Yves Camdeborde qui lui présente Éric Frechon, et avec Christophe Felder, ils vont former la bande du Crillon!C'est le début d'une aventure qui va tout changer.Vous allez entendre comment cette équipe s'est formée, comment Christian Constant est allé chercher “des humains avant tout”, des professionnels capables d'affronter une maison vieillissante, aux installations fatiguées, dans un contexte difficile. Yves Camdeborde décrire l'arrivée au Crillon comme “une bouffée d'oxygène”, après une période compliquée à la Tour d'Argent On entend Christophe Felder se souvenir du premier rendez-vous, de “l'accueil franc”, de cette intuition immédiate que “ça allait être aidant, formateur, vivant”. On entend Éric Frechon dire le challenge qui se dressait devant eux.Et puis, il y a la suite : Le travail. L'amitié. La rigueur.Les bières après le service.Le management participatif de Constant, “en avance sur son temps”, disent-ils.Et les plats historiques, le pied de cochon, le maquereau, les gestes canailles qui entrent dans un décor signé Sonia Rykiel, et qui finissent par faire bouger toute la restauration parisienne.Dans cet échange on comprend quelque chose de fondamental : au Crillon, on a inventé une manière de cuisiner sous les dorures et surtout une manière d'être ensemble.Une manière qui a contribué à former une pléiade de chefs :Thierry Breton, Thierry Faucher, Emmanuel Renaut, Jean-François Piège, Jean-François Rouquette, Gilles Marchal…Tous passés par là, tous marqués par cet esprit où “la passion”, “l'exigence”, “la rigueur”, “le respect du client”, “la confiance” ne sont jamais négociables.Dans cet épisode, les quatre racontent : comment ils se sont retrouvés, comment ils ont tenu, comment ils ont évolué, comment ils ne se sont jamais vraiment quittés...C'est un moment rare.Une conversation précieuse, directe, drôle, vraie.Une plongée dans l'histoire, racontée par ceux qui l'ont vécue.Une masterclass de management, de transmission, et d'humilité.Alors je suis très heureux de vous proposer cet épisode.Parce qu'il n'est pas seulement un retour vers une époque mythique.C'est un rappel :que derrière les grandes maisons, il y a des collectifs,que derrière les étoiles, il y a des équipes,que derrière les chefs, il y a des hommes.Bienvenue dans un chapitre clé de la gastronomie française avec la bande du Crillon !
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Dans cet épisode de CHEFS, j'accueille un chef dont on parle souvent… mais que l'on entend rarement.Mathieu Pacaud fait partie de ces figures que la gastronomie française cite depuis des années — parfois pour ses réussites, parfois pour ses excès, souvent pour sa filiation — mais dont on connaît finalement très mal la véritable histoire.Né le jour même de l'ouverture de L'Ambroisie, avant ses trois étoiles évidemment, avant même la place des Vosges, il grandit néanmoins collé à un monument : Bernard Pacaud, son père. Un contexte unique, écrasant parfois, qui lui impose très tôt un parcours singulier : commencer au plus bas, prouver chaque geste, travailler sans relâche pour se faire un prénom... "Un enfer..."Dans cet entretien, il revient sans détour sur ce qui l'a construit :la rigueur, l'ambition brute, les années où il fallait se battre pour être reconnu... On entend aussi le virage entrepreneurial, le besoin d'ouvrir, diriger, créer, agrandir son univers… jusqu'à devenir aujourd'hui l'un des chefs les plus actifs et les plus prolifiques de sa génération.Il raconte avec franchise ses maladresses, son tempérament vif, ses choix parfois abrupts, mais aussi la manière dont il cherche désormais un rapport plus apaisé au métier — en homme qui a compris que durer compte davantage que briller.Un échange rare, sans filtre, qui dévoile enfin l'homme derrière le nom, derrière la réputation, derrière les fantasmes.Un chef qui s'est construit seul, contre beaucoup, parfois contre lui-même, et qui avance aujourd'hui avec une vision claire : la liberté, le travail, et l'envie de bâtir.Retrouvez l'univers de Mathieu Pacaud, ici !
Invité d'exception cette semaine dans Hoop Culture puisque Pierre-Armand et Théo reçoivent Guillaume Laroche, le fondateur de BasketSession et de REVERSE pour parler de son nouveau livre "Entre les vignes #4 - Artisan·es du lien". Un ouvrage qui met en valeur les "artisans du lien" qui font le pont entre les créatrices et les créateurs de vins nature et les amateurs.Parce que la culture basket ne s'arrête pas aux lignes du terrain, retrouvez chaque semaine Pierre-Armand Samama et Théophile Haumesser pour parler de tout ce qui fait vibrer le monde du basket en dehors du parquet.Commandez "Entre les vignes #4" https://www.entrelesvignes.net/produit/entre-les-vignes-4-artisans-du-lien/Commandez le Mook REVERSE #17 spécial French Touch https://www.basketsession.com/produit/mook-reverse-17-french-touch/Nos émissions sur YouTube https://www.youtube.com/@BasketSessionREVERSELa playlist Hoop Culture : https://www.deezer.com/fr/playlist/13950694081Hangtime Radio Show : https://linksta.cc/@HangtimeEntre les vignes https://www.entrelesvignes.net/Dela "Nuit & Jour" https://dela.bandcamp.com/album/nuit-jour-beat-tapeOliver Night "Boss (feat. Roots Manuva) " https://youtu.be/wrhWjuWeJTM?si=fPXaQ9ykCo__9c7QDisiz & Theodora "Melodrama" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2tKlnfrLkYShowbiz & AG https://youtu.be/FAA_ONvY9fY?si=Qbx-PLcKO08bF6xIAdrien Pommepuy & Vincent Reculeau "NBA Signatures" https://ed-amphora.fr/produit/basket/nba-signatures/Kermit Lynch "Mes aventures sur les routes du vin" https://www.payot-rivages.fr/payot/livre/mes-aventures-sur-les-routes-du-vin-9782228919265Toute l'actualité de la NBA et du basket 7 jours sur 7 ➡️ https://www.basketsession.com/Suivez-nous sur Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/hoopcult/ BlueSky ► https://bsky.app/profile/hoopcult.bsky.social Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.
SaaStr 830: 6 Months Later, How Our AI SDRs Actually Work as AI Runs GTM with SaaStr's CEO and Chief AI Officer In this episode, SaaStr CEO and Founder Jason Lemkin and SaaStr's Chief AI Officer, Amelia Lerutte delve into their journey of integrating AI into our go-to-market strategy over the past six months. Starting with just one AI agent before SaaStr Annual in May, we've scaled to roughly 20 core agents by November, covering various use cases across marketing, sales, customer support, and operations. Together they discuss the specifics of our AI implementations, the tools we have deployed, including Artisan, Qualified, and Salesforce's AgentForce, and share valuable insights on their performance, benefits, and challenges. Tune in to learn about the unexpected outcomes, the time and management required, and the significant impact on our efficiency and revenue. --------------------- This episode is Sponsored in part by Salesforce: Connect data, automate busywork and empower teams like nobody's business with the one platform that grows with you, every step of the way. Learn how Salesforce works for Startups at salesforce.com/smb. --------------------- This episode is Sponsored in part by HappyFox: Imagine having AI agents for every support task — one that triages tickets, another that catches duplicates, one that spots churn risks. That'd be pretty amazing, right? HappyFox just made it real with Autopilot. These pre-built AI agents deploy in about 60 seconds and run for as low as 2 cents per successful action. All of it sits inside the HappyFox omnichannel, AI-first support stack — Chatbot, Copilot, and Autopilot working as one. Check them out at happyfox.com/saastr
Décoration, design, création, savoir-faire, ces mots vous parlent ? Alors vous êtes au bon endroit ! Depuis 1999, le Prix Liliane Bettencourt pour l'Intelligence de la Main® distingue chaque année ceux qui perpétuent et réinventent les métiers d'art. Le sujet est passionnant, entre maîtrise technique, innovation et gestes ancestraux. Un prix devenu une référence, presque un label d'excellence qui participe largement au rayonnement des artisans d'art, un métier si noble, en France comme à l'étranger. Et aujourd'hui je suis ravie de rencontrer Élodie Michaud et Rebecca Fezard de Hors studio, les lauréates de la catégorie Dialogues (il y a 3 catégories pour ce prix et celle-ci récompense la collaboration entre un artisan d'art et un designer qui ont travaillé sur un prototype ou un objet). Ensemble nous parlons deTufo, la table qu'elles ont imaginé et grâce à laquelle elles ont gagné ce prixle leatherstone©, le matériau qu'elles ont inventé leur métier qui est de développer de nouveaux matériaux à partir de déchets et en quoi les déchets sont les ressources du XXIe siècle ?quels types de déchets elles travaillentleur démarche éco-responsable on parle aussi du temps long et de la patiencedu travail de la main bien sûr la manière de collaborer avec les architectes et décorateurs comment elles ont vécu de Prixet ce que cela va leur apporter comment elles travaillent ensemble depuis 9 ans leur façon de faire un pas de côté dans le monde du designl'idée de combiner héritage et innovation etc. Si ce podcast vous plait n'hésitez pas
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Chaque vendredi, on explore la face business de la gastronomie.Et aujourd'hui, place à un entrepreneur qui bouscule littéralement le marché.Édouard Hausseguy, c'est l'histoire d'un gamin lumineux, élevé en Normandie entre un père prof de golf et une mère très présente, un gamin qui a appris très tôt à naviguer entre tous les milieux sociaux, à parler à tout le monde, à ne pas sacraliser, à foncer. Une enfance joyeuse qui, comme il le dit, lui a permis de conserver cette « joie, cette naïveté, cette légèreté » qui le caractérisent aujourd'hui !Ce qui est fascinant dans son récit, c'est cette trajectoire où rien n'était écrit du côté de la restauration.À 16 ans, il teste déjà l'entrepreneuriat.À 18, il organise des soirées.À 20, il retape des voitures.Puis vient la finance… puis l'envie de s'en échapper.Et un jour, presque par hasard, il tombe sur un restaurateur en galère de clients.Il comprend qu'il y a là un besoin, une faille dans le système, un truc à inventer.Ce sera Hemblem, puis Baracuda, avec cette idée d'utiliser les créateurs de contenus pour remplir les restaurants — et surtout de rendre ça accessible aux petites maisons, à ceux qui n'ont pas les moyens de se payer une agence.C'est ce chemin-là qui va le conduire, quelques années plus tard, à Gruppomimo.Une aventure née « presque par accident » pendant le confinement, quand son futur associé, Benoît, lui propose d'ouvrir un restaurant italien. Édouard accepte et imposer une ligne de conduite :« Toi tu gères, et moi je le remplis. »Le premier restaurant fait explose les compteurs : "un établissement qui faisait 200 000 € par an passe à 220 000 € par mois… uniquement en vente à emporter!"Le reste suivra : des ouvertures qui se succèdent, une croissance remarquable, la structuration d'un groupe et aujourd'hui un développement en France et en Europe.Mais ce que vous allez entendre, ce n'est pas seulement l'histoire d'un business.C'est un état d'esprit.Un entrepreneur qui parle cash, qui parle process, erreurs, rentabilité, stratégie en toute simplicité. Décomplexé quand on l'entend quand il parle à ses équipes, à ses franchisés, à ses pairs.Il explique ses succès sans arrogance, assume ses plantages, et raconte comment on passe de son salon à une entreprise qui vise désormais Londres, Lisbonne, Berlin.Un entrepreneur capable aussi de décrire la restauration comme ce qu'elle est vraiment :15 métiers en un, un univers où la passion ne suffit pas, un secteur où l'on doit comprendre la marge, le food cost, le RH, la logistique, les cycles, les chocs économiques — et il continue d'y croire!Cet épisode, je suis très heureux de vous le proposer.Parce qu'à l'heure où la profession traverse une période difficile, il est précieux d'entendre un jeune entrepreneur dire les choses franchement, expliquer comment il fait, pourquoi il y croit, et ce qu'il faut savoir avant de se lancer, en toute simplicité. Cette simplicité avec laquelle il m'a répondu sur LinkedIn avant de me recevoir chez lui quelques jours plus tard. Je vous laisse maintenant découvrir ce récit – celui d'un entrepreneur de la nouvelle garde, qui redessine les règles du jeu avec son style, sa vision et son enthousiasme contagieux !Bonne écoute.
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Dans ce dernier chapitre de l'entretien avec Mathieu Pacaud, on bascule pleinement dans l'autre versant de son histoire : celui de l'entrepreneur.Après les années de formation, les épreuves, les apprentissages et les premières conquêtes, on entre dans le moment où tout s'accélère : la gestion de plusieurs maisons, les projets qui se superposent, les paris architecturaux, les prises de risques financières, les ouvertures, les fermetures… et une capacité rare à encaisser les secousses.Cette troisième partie raconte la transformation d'un cuisinier élevé dans l'exigence en un patron désireux de porter une vision et de l'assumer.On y entend un homme qui a grandi, qui réfléchit plus loin, qui analyse les erreurs du milieu, qui parie sur des modèles plus agiles, plus accessibles, plus en phase avec l'époque.On y entend aussi l'importance des rencontres : Costes, Vigato, Gourcuff… autant de personnages qui jalonnent son parcours et qui font basculer sa trajectoire, jusqu'à l'aventure Apicius.C'est une partie où l'on comprend enfin ce qui l'anime aujourd'hui : le défi, la création, l'adversité même — ce moteur qu'il revendique.Un chapitre essentiel pour comprendre l'homme derrière le chef, et l'entrepreneur derrière le technicien : la dernière ligne droite d'un récit dense, tendu, mouvementé — et profondément honnête.Retrouvez l'univers de Mathieu Pacaud, ici !
Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Stories read in the soothing style of a bedtime story
Relax to this Greek Myth, this myth tells the story of Daedalus, the Wonderful Artisan, who designed the Minotaur Labrynth and forged the wings of Icarus, his son. Please leave a 5-star review & SUBSCRIBE on Apple and Spotify. Sleep Cove Premium Become a Premium Member for Bonus Episodes & Ad-Free listening: Visit https://www.sleepcove.com/support and become a Premium Member. Get Instant Access and sign up in two taps. The Sleep Cove Premium Feed includes: - Access to over 400 Ad-free Episodes - Regular Exclusive Bonus Episodes - A Back Catalogue of Dozens of Exclusive Episodes - Full Audiobooks like Alice in Wonderland - Your name read out on the Show - Our Love! Get your 7-day free trial: https://sleepcove.com/support For Apple users, click the TRY FREE button for a 2-week free trial and become a Premium Member Today. Support our Sponsors: This episode of Sleep Cove is brought to you by BetterHelp. Give online therapy a try at betterhelp.com/sleepcove and get on your way to being your best self. Our Sister Shows: - Calm Cove - https://link.chtbl.com/bgSKfkbt - Relaxing Music & Ambient Sounds - Mysteries at Midnight - Mystery Bedtime Stories - https://link.chtbl.com/skj6YFah - Let's Begin - Daytime Meditations with wake sections at the end - https://link.chtbl.com/Z--DgSH4 - YouTube Bedtime Story Channel - https://rb.gy/t7wyjk - YouTube Sleep Hypnosis & Meditation Channel - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClE6WJgPYRBtwVQ1qDBrbqw Connect: - Join the Newsletter for a Bonus Meditation - https://www.sleepcove.com/bonus - Facebook: https://rb.gy/azpdrd - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/sleep_cove/ - TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@sleepcovechris Recommended Products: Comfortable Sleep Headphones - https://www.sleepcove.com/headphones The Best Mattress from Puffy: https://sleepcove.com/puffy _______________ All Content by Sleep Cove is for educational or entertainment purposes and does not provide or replace professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. Always seek the advice of your medical professional before making any changes to your treatment and if in any doubt, contact your doctor. Please listen in a place where you can safely go to sleep. Sleep Cove is not responsible or liable for any loss, damage or injury arising from the use of this content. _________________ Sleep Cove content includes guided sleep meditations, sleep hypnosis (hypnotherapy), sleep stories (visualizations) and Bedtime Stories for adults and grown-ups, all designed to help you get a great night's sleep Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
In this episode of the Business of Aesthetics Podcast, host Don Adeesha sits down with Morgan Curry, CEO and founder of Refine Aesthetics, to explore the pivotal transition every founder must face: evolving from a solo "artisan" to a scalable "architect". A former cardiac ICU nurse, Morgan shares her journey of rebuilding her career in a new city where she knew no one, transforming her practice into a trusted name in natural, regenerative aesthetics. She challenges the common founder trap of thinking "it's easier if I do it myself," arguing instead that true growth begins when you codify your personal authenticity into systems that allow your brand's soul to thrive without your presence in every room. A key focus of the conversation is Morgan's counterintuitive approach to leadership and retention. Rather than fearing that training staff will lead them to leave, she views deep mentorship as the ultimate retention strategy, noting that "people don't leave when you pour into them". She details how she operates with transparency to turn employees into collaborators and hires for shared values and personality over just resume credentials. Morgan also breaks down her "education over sales" philosophy, explaining how using storytelling to lower patient guards and focusing on restoration rather than alteration builds implicit trust, allowing her to command loyalty in a conservative market without ever feeling "salesy". Looking ahead, Morgan discusses the industry's shift away from "filler-heavy" approaches toward regenerative aesthetics and functional medicine, which requires "intentionality" and deep education. She advises practice owners to "nail down their niche" and invest heavily in their team to pivot effectively for the future. The episode serves as a masterclass for any aesthetic leader ready to stop relying on personal grit and start building a business designed to endure.
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Dans cette deuxième partie, l'histoire bascule.On quitte les débuts, les apprentissages et les luttes identitaires pour entrer dans la zone où tout s'accélère, où les portes s'ouvrent… mais où les risques deviennent vertigineux.Après Guichard, après Brifard, après les palaces, il découvre l'ailleurs, les premières responsabilités, la solitude du chef, le travail loin de Paris, puis le retour — un retour à la maison, mais à l'échelon le plus bas — pour reprendre à zéro à L'Ambroisie, face au regard des autres, face au nom qu'il porte, et surtout face à lui-même.Dans cet épisode, il raconte comment il apprend vraiment son métier, assiette après assiette, essai après essai, refus après refus, jusqu'à signer la carte et devenir chef de la maison familiale.Puis tout s'accélère : premières créations, premiers projets entrepreneuriaux, premiers succès, premières étoiles… et les premières secousses.Vous entendrez ce que veut dire, réellement, « se faire un prénom ».Vous entendrez aussi à quel moment naît chez lui l'idée d'entreprise, de vision, d'indépendance.Et surtout, vous comprendrez comment un second souffle peut faire naître toute une trajectoire.Bienvenue dans la partie où l'histoire devient un chemin, où la technique rencontre l'ambition, et où Mathieu Pacaud commence véritablement à avancer…par lui-même.Retrouvez l'univers de Mathieu Pacaud, ici !
Kirsten Maitland, co-founder and "CheeseMaster" of the critically acclaimed Rebel Cheese, recently joined The Ash Said It Show to pull back the curtain on the brand's meteoric rise. From military discipline to the largest vegan brie cavein the country, Maitland shared the surprising secrets behind her Shark Tank success and how she's converting die-hard dairy lovers one creamy, cultured wheel at a time. This episode is a must-listen for anyone interested in vegan food innovation, conscious business growth, and the power of a daring career pivot. Maitland was clear that the brand's success in creating the "world's best artisan vegan brie" comes from rejecting modern shortcuts. The company's commitment to traditional cheesemaking techniques—including the use of a temperature and humidity-controlled vegan brie cave—is non-negotiable. This meticulous aging process, she explained, is essential for cultivating the complex, "funky" flavor profiles and genuine textures that simply cannot be achieved with food science alone. The shocking truth? Most of Rebel Cheese's customers are not vegan. Maitland credited this conversion success to two key factors: flavor and familiarity. The cheeses are designed to function exactly like their dairy counterparts—they slice, melt, and hold up on a dairy-free charcuterie board. By focusing on replicating beloved classics like their Smoked Cheddar and Cave-Aged Brie, Rebel Cheese removes the intimidating element of the unknown for traditional cheese lovers. What non-obvious skill does a former Navy veteran entrepreneur bring to making plant-based cheese? Protocol Adherence and Adaptability. Maitland revealed that her experience as an Operations Specialist and later an Agile Coach in Big Tech taught her to build robust, repeatable processes (critical for food safety and quality control) while maintaining the agility to quickly iterate on recipes and scale production. This structure is the unseen foundation that supports the brand's artisanal quality at a mass scale. The Shark Tank investment from Mark Cuban and Lori Greiner caused an "explosion" in e-commerce orders. Maitland explained that scaling meant implementing a modular production system. Rather than sacrificing the small-batch, handcrafted process, they replicated it. They invested in equipment to handle the raw material processing (cashews) efficiently, but kept the culturing, aging, and finishing of the cheese strictly hands-on, ensuring the artisanal standard remains in every wheel shipped nationwide. Beyond the capital and media boost, Maitland's most valuable takeaway was the need for ruthless strategic focus. The Sharks' scrutiny forced the team to prioritize the most scalable, high-margin products—the ones that truly "rebelled" against expectations—allowing them to streamline their offerings and dominate the premium plant-based cheese market. In a transparent discussion, Maitland addressed the realities of running a high-growth business while staying true to its values. She emphasized that balancing the "values-led" mission with the demands of a "financially sustainable small business" requires transparent communication and strategic operational contractionswhen necessary. The core principle, she stated, is integrity—in their product, their financials, and their public messaging. Maitland sees the next major hurdle for high-end vegan food innovation not in replicating flavor, but in achieving price parity with dairy. The strategy for Rebel Cheese is to leverage increased volume and better supply chain relationships to drive down the cost of premium ingredients, ultimately making gourmet dairy-free foods accessible to the mass market and leading the charge into a truly plant-powered future. Web: https://rebelcheese.com Rebel Cheese is the critically acclaimed, Austin, Texas-based gourmet food company and brick-and-mortar bistro that is revolutionizing the plant-based cheese industry. Founded by the dynamic, globe-trotting duo, Kirsten Maitland and Fred Swar, Rebel Cheese has successfully challenged the notion that high-quality, artisanal cheese requires dairy, becoming a globally recognized brand in the vegan food and dairy-free charcuterie space. The brand was born out of co-founder Kirsten Maitland's personal journey to find flavorful, satisfying, and sophisticated vegan cheese alternatives after adopting a plant-based diet. She recognized a massive gap in the market: while basic dairy-free cheeses existed, none truly captured the complex textures, sharp flavors, and aging processes of traditional European cheeses. Rebel Cheese's mission is simple yet audacious: to create handcrafted, gourmet plant-based cheeses that are indistinguishable from their dairy counterparts in taste, texture, and melting properties. They achieve this by using old-world cheesemaking techniques—including culturing, aging, and ripening—but substituting cow or goat milk with a base of organic cashew milk and fava bean protein. Rebel Cheese gained massive national attention after appearing on the hit show Shark Tank. The company impressed the notoriously skeptical investors, with billionaire Mark Cuban quickly becoming an investor after declaring their products, particularly the Brie, tasted exactly like traditional cheese. 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Dans ce premier chapitre, on revient à l'origine d'une histoire qui ne ressemble à aucune autre : celle d'un enfant qui grandit au milieu d'une maison qui deviendra l'une des plus grandes tables de France.Mathieu Pacaud arrive dans un monde où la cuisine n'est pas un métier, ni un rêve, mais le décor quotidien.Avec, en face de lui, une figure devenue quasiment mythologique dans le paysage gastronomique français : son père, Bernard Pacaud, chef de L'Ambroisie, place des Vosges, à Paris.Dans l'enfance de Mathieu, il n'y a pas de projection de carrière, pas de discours programmatique, pas de destin écrit.Il y a un environnement ultra-exigeant, une maison qui se transforme peu à peu en référence absolue, et un père dont l'excellence façonne malgré lui l'ombre et la lumière.Il observe, il absorbe, il vit à proximité de la rigueur, des gestes, de la concentration, sans encore imaginer un jour y prendre part.Dans cette première partie, il raconte comment l'univers gastronomique est entré dans sa vie non pas comme un objectif, mais comme une référence évidente.Comment l'enfant, puis l'adolescent, perçoit la grandeur sans y voir un projet, et comment ce terrain d'excellence deviendra plus tard un repère, puis un défi.Un début d'histoire où se joue déjà une question centrale :comment se construire à côté d'un chef admiré par tous, avant même d'avoir choisi de devenir cuisinier soi-même ?Retrouvez l'univers de Mathieu Pacaud, ici !
Dans cet épisode exceptionnel, CHEFS vous emmène au cœur d'une des adresses les plus emblématiques de la gastronomie française, pour découvrir le parcours et l'univers non moins remarquable d'Eugénie Béziat.Cheffe du restaurant L'Espadon, à l'hôtel Ritz Paris, elle s'est imposée avec une cuisine singulière, personnelle, nourrie de ses origines, son histoire, et d'une fibre à la dimension artistique.Son récit éclaire le cheminement d'une femme qui s'est construite loin des projecteurs, avant de trouver sa voie dans la cuisine d'excellence. Elle y raconte son enfance, ses influences, la place de l'art dans son développement, sa vision du métier, les étapes qui l'ont amenée à décrocher une première puis une deuxième étoile, ainsi que la manière dont elle compose aujourd'hui une identité culinaire intime, sensible, et profondément cohérente avec son parcours.Dans cet échange, on découvre comment elle transforme son héritage culturel en langage culinaire, comment elle intègre ce qui la traverse à son travail, et comment elle aborde la singularité dans un lieu chargé d'histoire comme le Ritz, tout en restant fidèle à elle-même.Un épisode rare, inspirant, où le geste, la mémoire, la création et la recherche intérieure se répondent.
Décoration, design, création, savoir-faire, ces mots vous parlent ? Alors vous êtes au bon endroit ! Bienvenue dans STYLé, l'émission de DECODEUR dans laquelle une personnalité qui n'est pas forcément du monde de la déco, nous parle de ses goûts et de son intérieur. Ensemble on se balade pièce par pièce pour parler de sa déco... et de sa vie...Aujourd'hui je suis ravie d'échanger avec Claire Mougenot Lesne qui est entrepreneure et consultante, mais ce serait bien trop simple de la résumer à ces 2 mots. Claire a lancé il y a 10 ans Luz Collection, qui était l'une des premières marques de maillot de bain à la fois sexy et élégant (vous savez ces grands décolletés plongeant) et qui est devenue aujourd'hui une marque de sport écoresponsable et engagée. En parallèle de Luz, via son histoire personnelle aussi, elle a trouvé sa mission de vie comme elle dit, qui est de connecter les femmes, de créer du lien, de les faire rayonner, elle a donc crée MUSE SOCIETY, des cercles de femmes et LM Consulting, des programmes d'accompagnement. Elle va nous expliquer bcp mieux tout cela dans qqs minutes. En 2025 Claire fait partie des 40 femmes Forbes à suivre, ce qui prouve une carrière et un charisme indéniable. Elle prend souvent la parole mais jamais pour parler déco alors j'ai eu envie de l'amener sur ce terrain là et discuter avec elle tout en imaginant son intérieur, elle pour qui l'intérieur des femmes doit tant être chouchouté…Si ce podcast vous plait n'hésitez pas
Chaque semaine, en bonus du podcast CHEFS, David et Adrien Pitard, opening planner et fondateur de la société Entrée, partagent les coulisses de l'entrepreneuriat food.Ce format donne des clés concrètes à toutes celles et ceux qui rêvent d'ouvrir leur restaurant.Cette semaine : Comment bien s'entourer pour ouvrir un restaurant ?Ouvrir un établissement, c'est gérer plus d'une centaine de tâches, à faire au bon moment, avec les bons interlocuteurs, et dans le bon ordre.Et parfois, cela commence par quelqu'un qui coordonne tout.Dans cet épisode, Adrien détaille les 7 alliés clés d'une ouverture réussie :Avocat – pour sécuriser juridiquement le projet et le bail.Expert-comptable – pour fiabiliser les chiffres et la structure financière.Architecte ERP – pour assurer la conformité aux normes (PMR, incendie).Cuisiniste – pour concevoir une cuisine fonctionnelle et aux normes.Banquier / conseiller en financement – pour trouver le bon montage financier.Graphiste / agence de com' – pour travailler l'identité et la marque.Chef de projet ou accompagnateur d'ouverture – pour coordonner, challenger et éviter les oublis coûteux.
Fluent Fiction - Italian: Preserving Puglia: Artisan Stories Amidst Trulli Magic Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-11-13-08-38-20-it Story Transcript:It: Nel cuore dell'autunno, Alberobello risplendeva sotto il sole tiepido.En: In the heart of autumn, Alberobello glistened under the warm sun.It: Le foglie gialle e arancioni coprivano le strette vie del borgo, schioccando sotto i piedi dei passanti.En: Yellow and orange leaves covered the narrow streets of the village, cracking under the feet of passersby.It: I trulli, iconici per i loro tetti conici in pietra bianca, si stagliavano sullo sfondo del cielo sereno, creando un'atmosfera magica e senza tempo.En: The trulli, iconic for their conical roofs made of white stone, stood out against the clear sky, creating a magical and timeless atmosphere.It: Luca stava sistemando le sue pentole in terracotta su un piccolo banco al mercato locale.En: Luca was arranging his terracotta pots on a small stall at the local market.It: Era All Saints' Day e il villaggio era animato da turisti e abitanti del posto, tutti alla ricerca di souvenir unici e sapori tradizionali.En: It was All Saints' Day and the village was bustling with tourists and locals, all searching for unique souvenirs and traditional flavors.It: Luca era lì non solo per vendere la sua arte, ma anche per trasmettere l'importanza dei mestieri antichi.En: Luca was there not only to sell his art but also to convey the importance of ancient crafts.It: Al di là del banco, Alessia si fermò, colpita dalla bellezza delle creazioni di Luca.En: Beyond the stall, Alessia stopped, struck by the beauty of Luca's creations.It: Era una scrittrice di viaggi, curiosa di esplorare la storia e la cultura dei luoghi che visitava.En: She was a travel writer, curious to explore the history and culture of the places she visited.It: Si avvicinò, osservando con attenzione i dettagli delle ceramiche.En: She approached, observing the detailed ceramics with attention.It: "Queste pentole sono bellissime," disse Alessia, rompendo il ghiaccio con un sorriso luminoso, "C'è una storia dietro il tuo lavoro?"En: "These pots are beautiful," said Alessia, breaking the ice with a bright smile, "Is there a story behind your work?"It: Luca, di natura riservata, esitò.En: Luca, naturally reserved, hesitated.It: Parlare con estranei non gli veniva naturale.En: Talking to strangers didn't come naturally to him.It: Tuttavia, l'interesse sincero negli occhi di Alessia sembrava incoraggiarlo.En: However, the sincere interest in Alessia's eyes seemed to encourage him.It: "Sì," rispose, con un accenno di sorriso, "Sono ispirate all'antica tradizione pugliese.En: "Yes," he replied, with a hint of a smile, "They are inspired by the ancient Puglian tradition.It: Ogni pezzo racconta una storia."En: Each piece tells a story."It: Alessia si mostrò entusiasta.En: Alessia showed enthusiasm.It: "Mi piacerebbe saperne di più, se non ti dispiace," propose, sperando di scrivere un articolo che catturasse l'essenza del lavoro di Luca.En: "I would love to know more, if you don't mind," she proposed, hoping to write an article that captured the essence of Luca's work.It: Dopo un attimo di riflessione, Luca prese una decisione coraggiosa.En: After a moment of reflection, Luca made a bold decision.It: "Vieni nel mio laboratorio domani," disse, sorprendendo se stesso tanto quanto lei, "posso mostrarti come lavoro."En: "Come to my workshop tomorrow," he said, surprising himself as much as her, "I can show you how I work."It: Il giorno seguente, nel piccolo laboratorio di Luca, Alessia osservava con ammirazione mentre lui modellava l'argilla, le mani sicure e attente.En: The next day, in Luca's small workshop, Alessia watched in admiration as he shaped the clay, his hands sure and attentive.It: Ogni movimento rifletteva passione e dedizione.En: Each movement reflected passion and dedication.It: Mentre il sole autunnale filtrava dalle finestre, il calore del laboratorio era accogliente.En: As the autumn sun filtered through the windows, the warmth of the workshop was welcoming.It: "Perché è importante per te questo mestiere?"En: "Why is this craft important to you?"It: chiese Alessia, spezzando il suono del silenzio con la sua curiosità.En: Alessia asked, breaking the sound of silence with her curiosity.It: "È una parte di chi sono," rispose Luca.En: "It's a part of who I am," Luca answered.It: Con Alessia sentiva di potersi aprire.En: With Alessia, he felt he could open up.It: "Voglio preservare le tradizioni della mia terra.En: "I want to preserve the traditions of my land.It: Ogni pezzo è un legame con il passato."En: Each piece is a link to the past."It: Il loro dialogo continuò, approfondendosi mentre Alessia prendeva appunti mentali per il suo articolo.En: Their dialogue continued, deepening as Alessia took mental notes for her article.It: Parlarono dell'importanza di mantenere vive le tradizioni, di come l'artigianato possa raccontare storie che le parole non riescono a esprimere completamente.En: They talked about the importance of keeping traditions alive, how craftsmanship can tell stories that words cannot fully express.It: Alla fine, Luca si sentì rinnovato.En: In the end, Luca felt renewed.It: Era emerso dalle sue ritrosie, trovando un nuovo apprezzamento per il suo lavoro.En: He had emerged from his reservations, finding a new appreciation for his work.It: Era felice di aver condiviso la sua passione, e per la prima volta, si era aperto al mondo esterno.En: He was happy to have shared his passion, and for the first time, he opened up to the outside world.It: Alessia, d'altro canto, era entusiasta di aver trovato un'anima affine e un racconto emozionante per il suo articolo.En: Alessia, on the other hand, was thrilled to have found a kindred spirit and an exciting story for her article.It: Il suo cuore era caldo di gratitudine per il dono della condivisione ricevuto da Luca.En: Her heart was warm with gratitude for the gift of sharing she received from Luca.It: Quando Alessia lasciò Alberobello, portò con sé non solo un articolo da scrivere, ma un legame prezioso e un nuovo apprezzamento per l'arte viva nei trulli pugliesi.En: When Alessia left Alberobello, she carried with her not just an article to write, but a precious connection and a new appreciation for the living art in the trulli pugliesi.It: Luca, mentre la salutava, sapeva di aver fatto bene.En: Luca, as he bid her farewell, knew he had done well.It: Il suo talento e le sue tradizioni erano ora parte di qualcosa di più grande, parte di una storia condivisa con il mondo.En: His talent and traditions were now part of something bigger, part of a story shared with the world. Vocabulary Words:heart: il cuoreautumn: l'autunnoleaf: la fogliastreet: la viapasserby: il passantetrullo: il trulloroof: il tettostone: la pietrasky: il cieloatmosphere: l'atmosferastall: il bancotourist: il turistalocal: l'abitante del postosouvenir: il souvenircraft: il mestierewriter: la scrittricecreation: la creazioneceramics: la ceramicadetail: il dettagliosmile: il sorrisonature: la naturatradition: la tradizioneworkshop: il laboratorioclay: l'argillamovement: il movimentopassion: la passionesilence: il silenziolink: il legamereservation: la ritrosiaappreciation: l'apprezzamento
Dans cet épisode de CHEFS D'ENTREPRISE-S, on explore un parcours qui ne ressemble à aucun autre.Celui de Dimitri Alexopoulos, diplômé de l'ESSEC, passé par la finance et les métiers du conseil, passé par la Banque d'affaires Lazard (!)… avant de tout quitter pour ouvrir PLAKA, une enseigne dédiée à une cuisine grecque artisanale, exigeante et profondément personnelle.Dimitri raconte comment on réapprend un métier quand on vient “d'ailleurs”, comment on quitte le confort d'une carrière balisée prestigieuse pour un projet en apparence plus modeste, où tout est à construire : les recettes, les process, l'équipe, le lieu, l'identité.Il partage ses doutes, ses erreurs, les heures passées à refaire, à comprendre, à apprendre — et la manière dont l'héritage familial, les repas grecs de son enfance, et l'envie de créer une maison sincère l'ont guidé dans cette reconversion.On parle aussi de business, de vision, d'opérations, de routine pour tenir le rythme imposé par l'entrepeneurait, on parle de travail manuel retrouvé…Bref : l'histoire d'un entrepreneur qui a choisi la vérité du produit plutôt que la facilité du concept et qui n'a pas hésité à changé radicalement la trajectoire de sa vie pour s'aligner avec lui même, et les siens!!Encore un néo-restaurateur qui incarne cette nouvelle génération qui arrive dans la gastronomie par passion, avec exigence, et une conscience aiguë des réalités du métier pour lui insuffler une vision et de nouvelles pratiques aussi ;)Pour découvrir Plaka, deux adresses désormais:46 rue Legendre (Paris 17) et 19 rue des martyrs (Paris 9)
The Time Riders: Part 5 A Labyrinth Palace. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. The non-descript carriage had indeed made its way through Paris' winding streets, taking well over an hour to finally stop in front of the palace and allowing Mark to get out of the cramped cab before it rattled off. The sun had set some time ago, and night hung over the city heavily, the cloying air of Paris carrying the city's growing pains to his ears. Even at night, the city was not silent. Mark adjusted his outfit and marched toward the outermost gate of the vast palace, its arms spread wide and encompassing a massive courtyard. Two men wearing ornate red uniforms and holding pikes crossed their weapons at his approach, barring his entry. One of them gruffly asked him to state his business. Trusting to the plan, Mark said nothing, but merely held out one of his sealed letters, this one bearing the emblem of Richelieu. The guard examined it for several seconds, consulting with the other guard before handing it back and then opening the gate. Mark shot them both a dirty look for holding him up in his errand and then swept inside, doing his best to look haughty and full of bravado, which is what the Musketeers were apparently renowned for. He couldn't help but reflect that they seemed a lot less heroic than history let on and were more dickbags than anything else. Oh well. Faking being a dickbag was probably significantly easier than pretending to be a hero. He passed through another gate that got him closer to the palace, this one also manned by the Swiss Guard. He arrogantly presented them with the Richelieu missive, which once again satisfied their scrutiny and he was allowed to pass. He forced himself to not look around in wonder at his surroundings, instead heading straight to the great doors that would give him admittance to the palace. Alex once again presented his letter, but this time the guards squinted at him suspiciously. "Qui es tou?" demanded one of them. His throat was dry, but he answered as readily as he could, trying to sound authoritative and even haughty. "J'mappelle Benat de Ferres, of Soule, Second Company of the King's Musketeers under Monsieur de Treville. Let me through." "Fucking Basques and Gascons," muttered one of the guards in irritation. "Why would a musketeer be bringing a missive to his excellency, the Cardinal?" he demanded to know. Mark concealed his anxiety by looking pissed and rattling off one of the phrases Alexandra had given him, hoping it had the desired effect. "I have an idea, why don't we all go ask the Cardinal and you can fucking explain to him why you held up his envoy on an important errand? Does that sound good to you?" The two men looked at one another warily; the visitor was certainly obnoxious enough to be a Musketeer and a Gascon. Sighing and shaking his head in defeat, the one man handed the sealed letter back to Mark and they opened the doors, allowing him entrance. He swept by them, calling them shitheads in Spanish before the doors closed behind him. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help Gawking as he stared at the palace around him; its splendor was beyond anything he had imagined. Walls of white plaster, carved in exquisite shapes and edged in royal purple, along with gold filigree, and incredible paintings and artifacts lined the walls. Endless numbers of servants scurried by, hardly noticing him. He shut his eyes for a moment and composed himself, remembering the details Alexandra had shown him, the way through the palace. He turned and began his search for his teacher. Lisette walked primly through the halls of the palace, bowing her head deferentially to just about everyone who passed her. Wearing an elegant gown, she seemed to almost glide along the hallway, walking with a practiced ease that her mistress had taught her. She had, in three years, only been in the royal presence twice before, in attendance to Lady Alexandra. The king had barely noticed her, but Lisette didn't mind one bit, because this was far more of a life than she ever could have hoped for. She had, of course, spent much more time in the presence of the queen, because her mistress served Anne directly. Anne of Austria seemed mostly amused by Lady Alexandra's quirky servant, but she was kind to Lisette, often sending her home with gifts of chocolate. Her devotion to the queen, while not equal to her fanatic love for Lady Alexandra, meant she would die in Anne's name if necessary. She hoped it wouldn't come to that tonight, but she had made her peace with God and the Lady Mary all the same. Alexandra had set her with the task of removing or distracting every guard she could from the route Mark would take through the palace. She was not to kill anyone, nor was she to be seen in the mayhem, if at all possible. If things went wrong, she was to retreat to the queen's quarters and be seen protecting her. It was the best alibi she could hope for. A guard up ahead. He was a sullen-looking brute, not carrying the long pikes of the gate guards, but a much more practical halberd, along with a short rapier on his belt. She knew he'd be trouble. She ducked into an alcove and pulled a small phial out of her cleavage, drinking the strong red wine from it and sloshing it around in her mouth, to make sure the aroma was on her breath. Replacing the phial, she lurched back out into the hallway and sauntered toward him lazily. "Hello, beautiful," she said drunkenly, giving him a lopsided smile. "You must' be off-duty by now." "No, I am not," he grunted, not looking at her. "Go away, slut." "C'mon," Lisette persisted, leering at him as she leaned against the wall to his left. "We could be having fun. Don' you like fun?" "Duty is not meant to be fun." "But these are fun," she drawled, as she stepped in front of him and leaned forward, using her hands to pull down the front of her bodice and exposing her perky tits to the man, whose eyes went wide at the sight. "These are all the fun you'll need;” He didn't stop her as she sidled up to him, stood on her tip-toes and put her arms around his neck. Her breath was sweet with wine, her dark eyes glassy with the lack of inhibition it brought on. Her tits pressed to his chest, her hips flat to his crotch. "Take me into that room and fuck me;” she breathed huskily, her lips no more than an inch from his. "I want to feel you inside me;” The man was rather pale at her suggestion, but nodded readily and turned around to open the door. The parlor behind was empty, the perfect place for a rendezvous with this slattern. She took him by the hand and led him inside, closing the door behind them. Mark walked down the hallway, trying to not look like he was hurrying, and staying alert. He was entering a difficult part of the operation, because he was no longer in an area of the palace that led to either the king's quarters or those of Cardinal Richelieu. If anyone stopped him now, he would probably be redirected rather forcefully, and he had precious little time to waste. He walked by a door, from which he heard a moaning noise. Then he heard a familiar woman's voice, gasping and urging someone on. His translator bud wasn't close enough to hear what was being said, but he was fairly certain he knew what was happening. He subtly pushed the door open and peered inside. Mark gaped as he watched Lisette, leaning over a small table, panting while a member of the House Guard fucked her from behind, her layered skirt bunched over her ass as he pushed in and out of her. The guard remained oblivious, but she noticed the door open and flicked a glance his way. She gave him an annoyed look and jerked her head, indicating that she had this covered and he needed to keep moving. He nodded and pulled the door shut quietly before heading down the hall again. He turned a corner and then headed up some stairs, leading up to the next floor, which was apparently where Becky was being kept. He was so busy thinking about what he needed to do next that he blundered right into two guards, who grunted and then glared at him angrily. "Stupid shit!" the one man he had smacked into spat. "Watch where you are; who are you?" Mark went wide-eyed, not having expected them. His mouth seemed to work, but no sounds came forth. They blocked his ascent and continued to glare at him. "Who; are; you?" the man demanded again. Mark regained control of his voice and tried to speak. "My name is; my name is Benat;” Fuck, he'd forgotten his last name. "My name is Benat DeFlepard," he managed to say. "I am from Sully and I have' "What sort of name is DeFlepard?" snarled the one guard. "I have sealed orders," Mark interrupted, not liking where this was going. "From the Cardinal!" "Is that so?" sneered the man. "Let's see them!" Mark handed him the sealed missive scroll. The man examined it and frowned. "This is the king's seal," he growled. "What is the meaning of this?” Before the man could finish his query, Mark punched him in the face and then pulled his crème-colored tabard over his head and threw him down the stairs. The guard cursed loudly as he rolled at least two floors. Mark was too late to stop the other man from drawing his short rapier, but managed to grapple onto him, keeping himself from being run through. Mark might have been taller, but the guard was a veteran of many wars, strong and cunning. It wasn't long before he had Mark's back pressed against the wall, both men fighting for balance on the stairs. "Little shit!" he shouted, trying to press the edge of his blade against Mark's throat and slit it. They tussled, and Mark managed to wedge his arm between his neck and the rapier, feeling the sickening cold pain of the keen edge creasing his forearm. His free hand, however, snaked down to the pistol on his belt, twisting the leather until the muzzle pointed down; The stairwell echoed with a thunderous crack as Mark pulled the trigger and discharged the weapon, the iron ball punching a hole in the guard's boot and then his foot. The man groaned and staggered, releasing Mark. His ears ringing, Mark managed to shove the man down the stairs, following his comrade. He shook his head and began sprinting up the stairs, knowing the whole palace would be coming down on his head any second now. Alexandra was concealed in a secret closet in a parlor not far from the queen's quarters, listening carefully. She was wearing the red uniform of the Cardinal's personal guard, her impressive bust flattened and pulled tight with linen straps. Her golden hair was held in a ponytail while a black mask concealed her facial features. Her rapier sat on her hip and three customized pistols were concealed around her person, along with several knives balanced for throwing. She heard the discharge of a firearm, followed by shouts of alarm and fright. She hung her head and sighed. She'd been hoping it wouldn't come to this, but there seemed to be nothing for it. She would see her obligation met. Alexandra crossed herself and exited the hidden space, heading toward the Cardinal's quarters, determined to cause a distraction for Mark as he went in the opposite direction to rescue Rebecca. It was all in God's hands now. All she could hope was that Mark had remembered what his name was. Mark raced down the hallway, ignoring people who poked their heads out of various rooms and parlors to see what all the commotion was, before closing their doors and locking them in panic at the sight of him. He had his sword in one hand, his pistol in the other. Having discharged his shot already and having no idea how to readily and safely reload the damn thing, the pistol was mostly for intimidation purposes at this point. Thankfully, if he pointed it at people, they tended to make themselves scarce. A guard rushed around the corner, his halberd in hand, but Mark smashed the ornate swept hilt of his rapier into his mouth, which dissolved in a welter of blood, lips and gum before he burbled and fell over. Mark kept running. He shoulder-blocked his way past another guard, but then found himself confronted by a small group of angry servant girls, who kept swearing in French and throwing bread rolls and potatoes at him. Covering his head, he sprinted past them, resisting the urge to take a swipe at the uppity wenches. There was the room! He raced up to it and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Given the amount of noise and commotion he was causing, he shouldn't have been surprised. He stepped back and then slammed the heel of his sturdy boot into the door with all his might, knocking it out of its frame and falling to the floor. He rushed inside, looking around for his teacher, but she was nowhere in sight. That's when the heavy vase smashed into the back of his head. He was on his face on the floor, reality swimming around him. He heard someone hissing at him as he was handled roughly by his neck and his tunic. He was turned onto his back and someone was straddling him now, their supple legs on either side of his throat and their heavy skirt bunched up between their legs, allowing him to goggle up at his assaulter. "Becky! Stop! Stop, I; Ow! Jesus! Quit Hitting Me! It's Me, Mark!" The flurry of fists halted and then there was a pause thick with confusion. He felt his cheeks being gripped tightly, immobilizing his face and then his neck pulled up so that whoever was sitting on him could look at him. "Mark?" Becky exclaimed in disbelief. "Mark! Oh my God!" She began smothering him with feverish kisses, still straddling him. Still dizzy, he was in no particular shape to stop her, in spite of the fact the whole palace was on its way to kill him. His eyes finally managed to focus, and he looked up at her. "I've missed you too, Becks, but can you let me up, please?" Becky blinked and then jumped off him hastily, helping him to his feet. She still seemed stunned to see him, not that he blamed her. "How?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief and wet with emotion. "You; you were." "Dead? Yeah, kinda." "The how are you here?" she asked, trembling. He shrugged. "To quote Neil De Grasse-Tyson, science, bitches." "Oh, it doesn't matter," she exhaled, crushing herself to him and hugging tight, her body shaking with raw emotion. "You're back, Mark. You came back for me;” He smiled and hugged her back, his hand on the back of her head. "Well sure I did. You're my time-travelling partner, aren't you? Can't leave you here with these smelly savages." She laugh-choked back a sob and look up at him, her eyes leaking tears onto her scarlet cheeks. "And we're gonna get out of here and; Becks, are you, like, really drunk?" Her expression of delight warped into a scowl at his query and she pushed herself away from him. "Well what do you expect? I only spent the past month trying to kill myself with alcohol while you were taking your unscheduled nap, you jerk!" "I'm sorry," he faltered, knowing that this couldn't possibly be the right time to make her angry, on so many levels. "Let me get you out of here and then I'll explain everything." "Hang on;” she huffed, stomping over to a table and grabbing her bottle of wine, tilting her head back and taking a stiff pull from it gulping loudly. Mark made a wan face and fidgeted, acutely aware of the time they were losing. "Becks, no offense, but I'm pretty sure every guard in Paris is looking for me right now, and I' "Sounds like more of a you problem than a me problem," she grunted, attempting to drain the bottle with several loud glucks. "Nobody was trying to kill me while I was here." "No, you seem to have that covered;” he said dryly. She shot him a nasty look, but didn't stop drinking. "Look, we need to go," he insisted. "Pretty sure Alexandra's risking her neck to make sure I can' "Alexandra?" Becky interrupted, stopping drinking to look at him pointedly. "The gorgeous blonde I want to fuck?" "I; sure," Mark replied, trying to keep up. "Pretty sure she and Lisette are' "Who's Lisette?" Becky asked suspiciously, lurching toward him. She was quite a bit drunker than he'd initially thought. "It doesn't matter," he declared, determined to get moving before Richelieu arrested and shot his ass again. "We need to get' Mark winced in fear as she surged toward him, the bottle raised over her head. She flew by him and smashed the bottle down on the head of a guard who had barged into the room. His eyes rolled up into his head and he went to sleep. "Weren't you drunk moments ago?" Mark asked in disbelief. "Looks like you're the one who need rescuing." Becky shot back. "You were half a second away from having an exit wound the size of an airport runway in your chest just now." Another guard sprang around the corner. Becky, who was closest to the door, kicked him savagely between the legs. The man staggered to a stop and stiffened, but didn't fall over, the impact of her foot cushioned by the many layers of baroque skirt she was wearing, not to mention the dainty, padded slipper. As the man gaped at her, she kicked him between the legs again, but her skirt interfered, softening the blow to the place where he merely doubled over from the ache. Becky snarled angrily, lunged in, grabbed him by the neck and DDT him, almost as smoothly as ‘Jake the Snake' did to fellow pro wrestlers. This time he stayed down. "Jerk!" she muttered, glaring at the man. Without a second thought, she used a knife on the man's belt to tear layers of skirt away, leaving herself clad only in the bodice and skimpy underwear, with garters holding up the silk stockings she wore. She knelt on the unconscious man's back and pulled his boots off, replacing her slippers with the sturdier footwear. She then stripped his rapier and pistol from his person before turning to look at Mark. "You ready now?" she asked pointedly, standing there in what basically amounted to negligee and musketeer boots, while holding a rapier and a wheellock pistol. He gaped at her for a moment, unable to say anything. "You have no idea how stupidly sexy you look right now, Becks." Mark managed to say. "I'll believe it when Alexandra says it to me," she sniffed, turning and heading out the door. "Let's go, hero." Mark sighed and trotted after her, leaving the two men lying on the floor in a spreading pool of wine and broken shards of glass. Lisette made sure the guard was arranged comfortably in the plush chair, snoring, his breeches still around his ankles, his soft cock oozing cum all over his balls. She shook her head in exasperation as she rearranged her skirts; no sooner had the man cum than he yawned and began to fall asleep. She'd been nowhere close to climaxing when he'd finished. Typical male. At least the boy from the future liked to make sure she came first, even if he was a naïve school boy. She left the door open, to make sure his shame was on display and then hurried down the hallway, holding her skirt up and allowing herself to run. The palace was ringing with shouts of alarm, anger and panic. Everything seemed to be going as planned, whatever that entailed. She just trusted that Mistress knew what she was doing. Guards from various regiments were racing around now, getting one another's way and shouting orders angrily. She passed through them virtually unnoticed, merely a servant girl looking for shelter. She made a beeline right for the queen's royal apartments, and she was stopped by no one, since she was known to the guards and stuff. She nodded hastily as she passed two guards outside the ornate doors and headed inside the boudoir. Anne of Austria looked up from a book to see Lisette scurry in, closing the door behind herself and then pressing her ear to the door, ignoring everyone else in the room. She then saw the queen, blinked, curtseyed hastily, and went back to eavesdropping on the frenzy of activity outside. The monarch shook her head wearily and went back to reading her book. "You may not pass through here!" shouted the house guard, blocking Alexandra's passage forward. She had identified herself as a member of the Cardinal's guard, using her well-practiced man's voice to give credit to her guise. Thought he believed her, the man remained unmoved, barring her way. "I told you, I need to reach the Cardinal!" she insisted, knowing full well he would not let her through. "That is no concern of mine," he said coldly, glaring at her, his hand on his sword, ready to draw it. "Find another way to reach your Cardinal, because if you come another step closer, I will run you through." "So be it!" she growled as she lunged in, her own rapier flashing in her hand. The man drew his weapon and thrust at her, but she parried and then drove the point of her blade through the shoulder of his sword arm, pinning him against the wall. He groaned as his sword fell to the ground, but then her foot slammed into his face while she pulled her rapier from his shoulder. He was unconscious, but he would live. She had no cause to kill these men. She ran down the hallway, listening all the while to the commotion that echoed through the Louvre. A young guard barred her progress at a juncture in the hallways, and before he was even ready, she struck him across the head with the basket of her rapier, knocking him out. Alexandra continued along the corridor, but then saw several guards rushing into the other end of the hall, outside of an ornate door that led to the king's royal apartments. Upon seeing her, the six men pointed their muskets at her, three kneeling while the other three stood behind. A series of barks shook the area as she ducked around a corner hastily, avoiding their barrage. She could hear them shouting orders to reload. She leaned her head back against the wall and sighed. Idiots. Before they had reloaded, she had pulled a small device made of two pieces of flint out of her pocket, along with a tiny clay pot out of the other. From the hole in the top of the pot hung a thin strip of rigid paper. She held the pot by its flat bottom and snapped the flint pieces against one another, producing sparks that caught on the paper and began to burn. As the flame made its way down the paper wick, she counted slowly and calmly before leaning around the corner, tossing the pot, which skated on its flat bottom along the floor toward the guards who opposed her. She then ducked back, waiting grimly. There were shouts and the sound of boots stampeding, but then an unreal hissing shriek and a bright, flaring white light as the magnesium powder inside the container ignited. Cries of pain followed. Ten seconds later, the light died, and she rounded the corner and strode down the hallway. Four of the six guards had fled before the grenade went off, while two were writhing on the ground, clutching at their eyes from the flash blindness. She stepped between them and kicked in the door toward the king's apartments before turning around and walking away, knowing that this would create additional confusion as they sought to find the assassin in the red tabard who sought to slay the Sun King. There was more chaos to sow. Mark and Becky sprinted down the hall, ignoring the pell-mell going on around them. Inevitably, though, they were confronted by a soldier of the Cardinal, one that Mark recognized. It was the captain who had shot him. Marks teeth clenched as he rushed forward, ready to run the sonofabitch through, but Becky was faster. She threw herself into a skid, sliding along the polished floor, hurtling straight toward the man. He gaped at her in disbelief, but by then, she had slammed her foot into his crotch, doubling him over with a grunt of unreal pain. With a roar, she surged to her feet, grabbed the man around the middle from behind and yanked him over backwards, suplexing his family jewels with zest. Mark had by now skidded to a halt and watched in disbelief while his teacher stood over the supine officer and kicked him in the ribs. "Bastard!" she raged. "Teach you to kill my students!" She knelt and yanked his head up, making sure his eyes were open as she pointed at Mark, her voice dripping with vitriol. "See that? He's alive! You can't even kill something right! Your life means nothing! Nothing!" She smacked his head off the tile floor and gathered up her weapons before looking at Mark, composing herself now. "Sorry," she said with a flush of embarrassment. "You probably wanted him, didn't you? I thought you were dead, so if I ever saw him again, I'd have to avenge you." Mark shrugged. "No harm done. Except to him, and I don't really' Mark stopped talking and stared down the hallway behind Becky. Three men in flamboyant uniforms, trimmed in blue and white like himself were now approaching them. One had a grim, patrician air and about him, the second a handsome boyish charm, while the third towered over the others by a head and shoulders, a contemptuous smirk on his face. "That can't be good;” he thought. Becky didn't even blink. Without turning around, she pointed her pistol backwards over her shoulder and pulled the trigger. The bark of the shot echoed around the palace and the giant staggered backward, eyes wide in shock, before he fell over like a redwood. The other two gaped at her in astonishment as she turned around to glower at them. They hastily took hold of their downed friend and hauled him out of sight, their duty to the king forgotten. "That's right, ladies, run!" Becky called out, her chest heaving. "How's it feel to get beat up by a girl?" "You are so sexy right now, Becks." Mark chuckled, approaching her. She turned back to face him; covered with gunpowder smudges, scratches and the occasional bruise, she'd never looked more attractive to him. Heedless of their surroundings, she threw herself against him and kissed him shamelessly. His hands found her ass and squeezed as he returned the kiss and she moaned into his mouth. If there'd been a rhino horn on his crotch, he'd have been impaled on it. She broke the kiss and looked at him hungrily, her eyes shouldering with desire. "I'm so glad you're not dead, Mark," she breathed. "I can't wait to prove it to you when we get the fuck out of here." Mark took her hand and pulled her down the hallway, breaking into a run. They weren't out of danger yet. "What're you laughing about?" she asked, scowling while she allowed him to lead her through the palace. "I think that was Porthos you shot," he said almost cheerfully. "Becks, you ganked Porthos." "Oh, I did not," she hissed, trying to not feel disgust at her student's lack of historical knowledge and basic temporal mechanics. "Porthos doesn't die until 1670. So if that guy dies, it wasn't Porthos. If it was Porthos, he isn't dead. Read a book, Mark." "Ha, you said bookmark!" he laughed as he pulled her around a corner and down another hallway, trying to reach the point Alexandra had designated. "Uh!" Becky groused. "Why was I so damn happy that you lived? I swear, Mark, I; Ack!" They both whirled in panic and threw themselves back around the corner as a withering hail of musket fire peppered the plaster of the walls where they'd been standing mere seconds before. They scrambled to their feet and began running back the way they'd come, determined to not die in some baroque version of Bullet Hell from the Matrix. "Fucking shit!" Mark yelped, yanking her around another corner as more soldiers appeared and filled the hall with musket balls. "This sucks!" "Ya' think?" she hissed as they kept running, their options becoming increasingly limited. "I'm in this too, Mister Spotlight!" "Yeah, well at least you don't have the Goblin City Battle music from the Labyrinth soundtrack stuck in your head while they chase us around and try to kill us!" "I do now, you fucker! Thanks a lot!" Becky raged. A lone house guard skidded to a stop near them and prepared to fire. Mark flung his pistol at the man, striking him in the head before knocking him aside as they continued down the corridor. "What did you throw your gun away for, dumbass?" she exclaimed, wondering if blood loss after getting shot had permanently damaged Mark's brain. She hoped he could still get it up, if they made it out of here. "It had no ammo in it." Mark grunted, trying to get his bearings, thinking back to the plans of the palace Alexandra had shown him. "Why were you carrying around an empty pistol?" Becky asked in disbelief. "Intimidation purposes? Were you gonna hold it sideways when you pointed it at people, hope you looked all gangster?" "I plugged a guy on my way to find you, okay?" he sighed as they kept running. "The first shot fired that started this whole mess, it was me shooting some jackoff in the foot as I tried to find you." Becky skidded to a stop, halting Mark's flight as well. She looked into his eyes and then hugged him in relief. "Thank you, Mark," she said quietly. "You came for me, after you nearly died, and we both could today. You're very brave." When she ended the hug, Mark found she had put her own pistol in his hands. He frowned in confusion. "Why'd you give me your pistol?" he asked. "Because let's face it, I'm a lot more likely to snag another one than you are," she sighed. "Let's go, I'm done with the Sun King's France." Out of breath, they settled for trotting down a hallway, surrounded by the echoing sounds of chaos. Things had gotten so confused that the guards were all fighting one another now, thinking the enemy in their midst. Panting, the pair stopped suddenly as they came to a major intersection of hallways. Not far away, a confused brawl consisting of house guard and the Cardinal's guard blocked their passage. Upon their appearance, though, both sides paused in their fight and stared at them. Then a captain raised a call to kill them. Without even thinking, Mark pointed his pistol at the huge iron chandelier over the soldier's heads and fired. The plaster ceiling broke as the iron ball struck at and the chandelier plummeted, crashing into the dozens of men before while clouds of plaster dust filled the hall. "I can't believe that worked!" Mark laughed as they ran down another venue. "Yes, it was very impressive, Gene Kelly," Becky sighed, shaking her head. "Next, you'll be swinging from the damn chandeliers or using your knife to ride down tapestries." Soldiers surged around the corner, charging into the couple. Mark shouted in fury as they tried to skewer him while they attempted to wrestle Becky to the ground. He dodged a blade and slashed his foe across the arm before leaping back to try and give himself room. He looked around in a panic and saw Becky kicking a soldier in the nuts before punching another in the face, her eyes flashing with fury. Someone slammed into him from behind and he tumbled forward, scrambling to gain his feet. More bodies joined the fracas and he realized that they were not only trying to kill him but fighting one another as well. It was difficult to breathe. There were too many bodies smothering him. He gasped in panic and strained to find room for himself. His shaking hand gripped a sword and she shoved it forward indiscriminately, feeling something soft give before him. He focused all his effort on crawling forward, finally emerging from the churning pile of men, locked in combat. He dragged himself along the floor but then grunted in pain as something speared into his thigh from above and behind. He turned to look, his eyes watering in pain, seeing a man in red, glaring at him, raising his rapier for another strike. Then a sword point burst through the man's chest from behind. His eyes widened, and he dropped his sword and crumpled to the ground. The man who had killed him was already moving on to another target. Exhausted and dull with pain, Mark dragged himself to a wall and slumped against it, looking around for Becky, but she was nowhere to be seen. No. Not again. He ignored the maelstrom of violence and pushed himself to his feet, limping down a hallway, sword held loosely in his hand as he went to find his teacher. Alexandra strode down the hall with purpose, her senses keen for trouble. She had caused as much trouble as she could, all the while keeping the fray well away from the queen's quarters. She regretted that men would die today, due to their poor judgement, but she understood that the girl Rebecca could not remain here in Paris. A deep foreboding warned her that almost any price was worth paying to see her safely away. Sparring with D'Artagnan. She stopped as a lone figure came into view, blocking her way down the corridor. He wore the blue of the king's mousquetaires, his young face etched with determination. His hand rested on the hilt of his rapier while he observed her. "So," he began, tilting his head. "You must be the cause of all this mayhem, oui?" "I am not who you seek." Alexandra said plainly. "I do not truck with liars and I do not appreciate being lied to!" the young man snapped. "I would have your name before I run you through in the king's. Are you an agent of Buckingham?" "No." "Charles of Spain?" "I have no time for this," Alexandra said testily, putting her hand on the hilt of her blade. "Move aside and let me complete my task, musketeer!" "Then it is death you crave!" he hissed, his rapier flashing in his hand now. "I shall happily give it to you in the queen's honor!" Alexandra drew her blade as her foe rushed forward. She parried his initial thrust and then counter-thrust, which he swatted aside. A flurry of thrusts and ripostes followed, the two warriors measuring one another, vying for advantage in the narrow hallway. Steel rang and flashed. Alexandra's sword point tore a vent in one of her foe's sleeves, and she followed up with a swipe at his eyes, but he dodged away nimbly. He lunged in with the speed of a striking serpent and she caught his blade on hers before it pierced her stomach, turning it aside. They pressed blade-to-blade, moving around one another in a slow, deadly circle, their eyes locked. He danced away again as a main-gauche flashed in her hand, nearly shearing his throat open. He spun around her next attack, and when he was facing her again, a pistol had appeared in his free hand. At point blank range, he pulled the trigger. The thunderous bark of the firearm rattled her teeth as she bent backwards, the bullet passing harmlessly overhead. Alexandra somersaulted backward gracefully, coming to her feet with her rapier guarding against a follow-up attack. A lot of bemusement crossed his face. "Very pretty, good sir," he said. "But it will not save you." He darted in again and another furious exchange of swordplay followed. His blade kissed the top of her thigh, leaving a shining crimson thread on her skin. She paid him in kind with a nick across his cheek, followed by cutting the red plume from his hat. He was nearly as fast as she was, and his recklessness made him dangerously unpredictable, even to one as skilled and experienced as Alexandra. Their blades grated as they strained against one another, teeth clenched and eyes flashing in fury. With a cry of effort, she shoved with all her might and threw him back. He kept his feet and remained on guard, irritated by his foe's grit and skill. "D'Artagnan!" shouted Athos as he and Aramis dragged the unconscious Porthos across the hallway behind the combatants, disappearing from sight. This distracted the Musketeer, who turned to look behind himself in confusion and then disbelief. He glanced back at his foe and then sighed, sheathing his blade. "Until next time, enemy mine;” he said, before darting around the corner to catch up with his comrades. Alexandra waited some seconds after he was gone and then sagged against the wall, sighing heavily. She rubbed her face for a moment before returning her rapier to its sheathe and continuing on. She had to find Mark and Rebecca. The door to the room swung open and Mark staggered inside, panting in pain. His entire leg felt like it was on fire, and it was maddeningly sticky. He had lost his sword while searching for Becky, but it mattered little if he couldn't find her. He tumbled into a sitting position, propping himself up on his hands and trying to breathe. Everything hurt now, and it was getting to the place where he couldn't move. His head throbbed and he was getting dizzy. With extreme effort, he managed to tear one of his sleeves off, and tied it around his leg, hoping it would act as a tourniquet and perhaps staunch the bleeding. It stung like fucking Hell and to his distress did nothing ease his pain. He sat there panting, when a solemn figure in red moved slowly by the door. There was a pause and then the person came back into view, peering at Mark quizzically. Clad in red robes and a little red skull cap, his tight, lemony features creased in recognition and then disbelief. "I know you," the Cardinal murmured, his eyes never leaving Mark. "Yes, you are the boy from the field, the one who claimed to be a Spanish noble and had the pretty girl with him." He stepped closer, still scrutinizing Mark, who tried to move backwards, his body screaming in protest. "But you died," the elderly man stated. "My captain shot you. You died in that field. What witchcraft is this?" Annoyance flashed in the Cardinal's eyes now. "So, you are the cause of all this tumult. The girl I was to give to the queen, she is missing and now I know why." He pulled a pistol from within the voluminous folds of his red robes and cocked it before pointing the muzzle down at Mark's face. "I think it is time I dealt with this problem myself, once and for all." Too hurt and exhausted to fight back, Mark squeezed his eyes shut; "I Kick You In The Nuts, Richelieu!" shrilled a voice from the doorway behind the Cardinal, the shout followed by a sickening thump as a musketeer's boot appeared beneath Richelieu's groin. The man stiffened for a moment in confusion, but then his eyes crossed, and he bit his lower lip as his skin turned a sickly shade of green. While Richelieu slumped forward and then fell on his side, trembling and holding the family jewels, Mark goggled up at Becky, who stood indignantly in the doorway with her hands on her hips, glaring down at His Eminence. "Asshole;” she muttered as she stepped over the Cardinal and came over to Mark, who was shaking with the effort of holding himself up. Her eyes welled with emotion as she knelt next to him. "Oh, Mark," she said in a gentle voice. "Look at you, you got stabbed, baby. I'm so sorry;” "I'll be alright," he managed to say as she hugged him to her. "At least you still look amazing, no matter how badly your ass has been kicked." Becky's laugh choked back her sob and she smiled at him, tears in her eyes. "Smart-ass," she murmured. "C'mon, let me bind your boo-boo properly and then we'll get out of here, before everyone in Paris is dead." She fixed his makeshift tourniquet and then helped him stand. Once he was upright, he took a deep breath and smiled at her. "I think I can walk, I was just in need of a breather, ya' know?" She giggled. "How the Hell are we gonna explain a rapier wound through your thigh when you get home?" "With any luck, Chester will have a little something' to fix me right up." Mark replied. "Let's go. If we are where I think we are, then our ride isn't that far away." They walked cautiously down several smaller hallways, avoiding any and all encounters. They chaos seemed to have abated, at least for now. Alexandra had predicted that if fighting broke out, there was be lots of confused violence, followed by the various guard companies withdrawing to their assigned wings of the palace, to directly protect their charges, such as the king, queen and cardinal. "Bet the Cardinal's guards are gonna be upset," Mark chuckled. "He's nowhere near his quarters, and they let him get kicked in the freaking balls." Becky giggled as she walked alongside him, her arm through his. "You have no idea how good that felt, Mark. A girl could get used to that. Maybe we should visit Berlin, see if I can kick Hitler in the nuts." "One grand adventure at a time, teach;” he said wearily, causing her to laugh. But her mirth was brought up short when a solitary figure appeared in front of them, wearing red and clad in a black mask, a rapier and several pistols on their belt. Becky scowled, getting ready to step in front of her student, when Mark seemed to sigh in relief. "I am glad to see you are both well," said the person, walking forward, pulling their golden hair out of its ponytail and removing the mask. Becky's heart leapt as she came face-to-face with Lady Alexandra once more. "Thank the Lord." She stepped in and embraced them both, all three of them trembling at being reunited. Alexandra finally smiled at her friends and nodded. "We must still get you out of here, before the guards return to some sense of normalcy. Mark, do you still have the place name I gave to you?" Mark smiled wearily. "I; it's in the little pocket in my pants here, but it's probably pretty red and unreadable by now." "It's a good thing, then, that I wrote a copy, non?" Alexandra lilted, pulling a small piece of vellum out from beneath the sash she wore and handing it to Becky. "Go to this place," the noblewoman instructed. "By carriage, it should not take more than three days. It is a sanctum I use on occasion and it will be safe. Lisette and I will find you there a day or two after you arrive." She then handed two small, round jars into Becky's palm as well. "Use these to salve your wounds, until I arrive. I promise you, they will work." "How can we thank you?" Becky asked, staring at Alexandra, enchanted. The French woman smiled and then pulled Becky to her, kissing her deeply and passionately. Becky shuddered and moaned, her arms wrapping around Alexandra and returning the kiss passionately. Mark smiled as he watched the blondes make out for almost a minute before Alexandra reluctantly pulled away. "We need to stop, or we will be fucking right here in the halls of the palace," she breathed, wiping at the corner of her mouth with a finger. "We will see one another soon, and celebrate then." She turned to Mark and smiled before leaning in and kissing him gently. "You are a brave man, my friend. Never doubt it, no matter what travails Heaven provides." She walked them through several secret passages now, until they emerged into a small courtyard, under the cover of night. Standing nearby, a non-descript carriage awaited them. Alexandra wrapped Becky in a cloak and then spoke to the driver while the clambered inside. His instructions were clear, and he would not deviate from them. Becky and Mark looked out a small window, smiling and waving at Alexandra, who held up her hand to bid them farewell. The carriage exited the Louvre via a small gate where the guards asked no questions, and then they were on their way through Paris. Mark sank back into the surprisingly plush seat and sighed heavily. "Try not to get kidnapped again, Becks," he said lazily. "I'm not sure how much more of this my body can take." "But being rescued by you is one of my favorite reasons to use tawdry sex as a thank you," she protested, turning to smile at him and tracing a fingernail up and down his chest. "You wouldn't deprive me of that joy, would you, hero?" "Perish the thought, teach;” he chuckled tiredly. A time to recuperate. Mark had Lisette pinned beneath him and rocked back and forth on top of her, his cock plunging in and out of her molten cunt, while she groaned in pleasure. It felt so good to have this boy's tool inside her again. Her legs were wrapped around his strong waist and her hips moved in time with his, taking him in as deep as she could. Lisette rarely kissed anyone who wasn't her mistress, but in this case, she was making a willing exception. Their tongues tangled wetly as they fucked, exploring one another. The tingling heat was overtaking her, and she knew it would not be long now. She crossed her ankles behind him and she bit at the skin of his chest, shuddering in delight. Mark arched his back, pushing as deep inside her as he could, before shaking and allowing himself release. Her wanton cunt gripped his cock while he came deep inside her, his whole being awash with unreal pleasure. They moaned through a frenzied kiss and then sagged together, spent and sated, at least for now. Moans, pants and sighs of bliss attracted Mark and Lisette's attention and they looked off their side; also on the huge bed with them, Becky and Alexandra were sitting together, with their arms and legs wrapped around one another, kissing hungrily as they squirmed their slick pussies together. Their matching golden hair was damp with the sweat of their exertions, skin slick and shining. The greedy smacking and sucking sounds their slits made as they mingled made the four lovers shiver in delight. Alexandra and Becky were groping and fondling one another with unreal need, their nails leaving red marks and their fingers gripping tight enough to leave welts. Neither relented, though, desperate to cum together. The moans became groans and they were panting as they gyrated their hips, churning rhythmically in a sensual dance of bliss. They pulled tighter against one another, clenching their teeth and craning their necks as they peaked, then crying out and pressing their molten, gooey pussies as they came. More feverish kissing punctuated the climax and the finally both collapsed backward, chests heaving, their legs still scissored together. Steam seemed to be rising from their bodies, skin flushed pink. The four lovers lay silent for some minutes, just basking in their shared bliss. Mark finally pulled himself out of Lisette and then knelt over her face, allowing the dark-haired girl to slide his cock into her mouth, cleaning their mingled cum from his cock, which she did with great delight. Becky and Alexandra finally clasped wrists and pulled themselves up into a sitting position, hugging tiredly, but not willing to relinquish their most intimate contact. They kissed deeply and contentedly, fondling one another's tits. Lisette looked over at them and giggled. Alexandra looked over at her servant, her eyebrow raised. "What is so funny, girl?" Lisette turned on her side and rested her head on her hand while Mark spooned in behind her. "I was just thinking, Mistress; you and Miss Rebecca look so much alike. What if you are her ancestor?" Becky and Alexandra both thought about that, looked at one another for a moment, shrugged and began kissing again, their tongues tangling loudly. "And if that was the case, think about what we discussed the other day," she continued, smirking mischievously. "You said you had wondered what it would be like to Monsieur Mark's child, yes? Wouldn't that also make him Miss Rebecca's ancestor?" Mark burst out laughing while Becky choked on her shock, interrupting the kiss she had been so enjoying. She looked at Lisette in disbelief. Alexandra just sighed and shook her head, used to her servant's twisted humor. The moment of metaphysical terror passed for Becky and they all cuddled together in the center of the bed, kissing tenderly and caressing. Alexandra had told Becky all about Mark's efforts to find her and reach her, what he had undergone and risked. Becky's eyes shone as she looked at Mark at promised to make sure he was properly thanked until the end of time. "I wish you could stay," Alexandra almost moped, regretting that she had to give her new friends up. "I enjoy your company, and I am not ashamed to say I love you both." "Feeling's mutual, Alexa," Becky lilted, tracing a fingernail across her generous tit. "But maybe we needn't end our association. If we designate a consistent place, when you know you are available, you can leave a message there. Mark and I will check for messages, and when we see one, we can visit you at the appointed time. No conflicts or dangers presented, as long as we're all certain of the clear lines of communication." "I like that idea," Alexandra said, grinning. "And I have a gift for you both." She climbed off the bed and went to retrieve something. She returned shortly with two bottles, which she presented to them. "A new type of wine, invented in my native region of Champagne," she said, kneeling on the bed as they examined the bottles. "Twice fermented and sweet on the tongue, not unlike my darling Rebecca." Becky blushed and Mark grinned. "You'll be glad to know that in our time, champagne is one of the most expensive and sought-after drinks in the world, used in every important celebration." "That does please me, Mark." Alexandra said, nodding her head and deciding to not chide him this time about telling her the future. "And now that I think of it, literally, I've got a present for you, Alexa." Mark mused, getting off the bed. The three women watched as he walked into a large closet, rummaging around loudly. When he returned, he was holding what appeared to be several unusual books, which he handed to Alexandra. "What are these?" she asked, puzzled. "Well, the graphic novel is a pictorial history of Wonder Woman, who you may recall I told you a little bit about," he explained, sitting on the bed again. "And the other three books are all written by a man named Alexander Dumas and are fictional works about the Three Musketeers. I figured they'd be humorous reading for you." She looked up at him incredulously. "But; why were they in my closet here in my chalet?" He grinned again. "Well, just a moment ago, I decided to give them to you. So in a few days, I'm gonna gather them up, bring them here to just before Becky and I arrive, and bury 'em in your closet, where I know they are. That way, I don't run into any of us. And clearly it worked." Becky made a wry face. "Ya' know, I'd say you're getting the hang of this whole temporal travel thing, but I'm pretty sure you're only getting the hang of abusing it." Mark smirked at her and pinched her nipple, making her shiver and bite her lip. He then looked back at Alexandra. "And when you're done with 'em, you can just leave 'em in our drop-off spot and Becks and I'll pick them up. That way, there's no anachronistic copies of nineteenth-century novels or twentieth-century comic books lying around to be discovered by archaeologists." "I take back what I said just now, you're gonna get us all clock-hammered right out of existence." Becky sighed, causing her lovers to laugh. Mark and Becky lay side-by-side in her bed and holdings hands, back in their own time and generally none the worse for wear. They'd learned some valuable lessons and had made some important contacts along the way. "Do' you really think Alexandra's my ancestor?" Becky mused, looking at her bedroom ceiling. Mark shrugged. "You sure look a lot alike, and you're both Hell on wheels. I'm still amused by the notion of me being your great-great-great-whatever grandfather." She sighed and shook her head. "I can handle the notion of fucking and falling in love with my great-whatever grandmother, but the notion of you as my whatever grandfather gives me the jibblies. Just promise me you won't impregnate Alexa and make that come true, Mark." He chuckled. "I promise. I have no idea how trans-temporal alimony or visitation rights even work." Becky giggled and turned in to face him, cuddling close. "So, who're you gonna save me from next, hero?" she purred, nipping at his earlobe and making him shiver. "Oh, God, Becks, can we start out with some really ferocious kindergartners from the Roaring Twenties taking you hostage? I can probably handle that right about now." She giggled again and crawled on top of him, staring down into his eyes and kissing his nose while she squirmed her tits against him. "Take me to New York in the Twenties and I'll show you how liberated a flapper girl I can be," she whispered. "Deal?" "Deal." Mark replied, pulling her down and kissing her soulfully. Count Mark and Becky in! I Think I'm Getting The Hang Of This! Finally home. Mark sat at his dining room table, eating dutifully. His mom had prepared short ribs and mashed potatoes for dinner, one of his favorites. What she didn't know was that Mark had substituted several herbs and spices into her collection, items he'd brought back from his temporal travels. At the very least, this meant they were technically several hundred years old, or sometimes that they didn't exist in the modern era at all. "I'm enjoying this particular batch of thyme that I put in the braise," Dhallyla Pritchard remarked as she gently stabbed some green beans with her fork. "Mark, where did you say you got it for me? The flavor is so; special." Mark shrugged. "Another shop I thought I'd try out," he replied. "Nowhere near our usual places." "Well, keep it up, son," his father said, sitting at the other end of the table. "No offence to your mother's cooking, but the spices we were getting before weren't helping the cause. Now this is flavor." "Such a good little minion," his mom said sweetly, reaching over and pinching his cheek. "First, you did amazingly well on your Physics exam and boosted your overall grade to the place where the university accepted you, and now you're an herbs and spices guru. Talk about an unexpected change." "Yeah," his sister Roxy said, sitting across from him, and trying to keep the suspicion out of her voice. "Unexpected is right." "Now Roxy, be nice," their mom chided. "You should be happy for your little brother, he'll be going to university with you." "As long as she pulls her grades up," grunted dad, pausing in eating to waggle his fork in her general direction. "You promised us you'd keep your grades up and we'd let you live here rent-free as a result, Rox. We're living up to our end of the bargain, what's so difficult about yours?" "Maybe I should study more and party less," she grumbled, scowling at her food. She hated to admit it, but her mom was right, the spices were great. Where had the little trouser-snake bought them? "Ya' know, open my mind more and my legs less?" "Dear!" Dhallyla gasped, looking at her daughter in shock. "Nobody said you were behaving licentiously! There's no need to use language like that!" "Sorry," the dark-haired girl sighed, putting down her fork. "Just been on edge lately. Seems to have been The Mark Show around here recently,
Send us a textIn today's episode, I'm chatting with Tessa Afshar. Tessa's award-winning novels have been on Publishers Weekly and CBA bestseller lists and have been translated into 13 languages. Winner of the ECPA Bronze Milestone award, the Christy, the INSPY, and the ECPA Christian Book Award for her Bible study, The Way Home. Tessa holds a Master of Divinity from Yale, where she served as co-chair of the Evangelical Fellowship for one year. Born in the Middle East to a nominally Muslim family, Tessa converted to Christianity in her twenties. She is a devoted wife, a mediocre gardener, and an enthusiastic cook of biblical recipes. We talked about the power of deep connections and how books can be a bridge to those relationships. Tessa shared how recreating biblical recipes has helped her bring her stories to life in new and meaningful ways. We also discussed how biblical fiction can make scripture feel more relatable and give readers something to strive for in their own lives. I especially loved her reflection:“I am more than what I do—and that is enough. I can rest in that.”Tessa also shared about her series on Queen Esther, her experiences growing up in the Middle East, and the way literature was taught there. We're here today to dive into her latest novel, The Royal Artisan. Episode Highlights:Using books as a tool for connection and spiritual growth.Cooking biblical recipes and bringing ancient stories to life.Finding rest and identity beyond productivity.Writing about Queen Esther and exploring courage in faith.Growing up in the Middle East and the role of literature in shaping worldview.Connect with Tessa:InstagramFacebookWebsiteBuy Tessa's booksShow NotesSome links are affiliate links, which are no extra cost to you but do help to support the show.Books and authors mentioned in the episode:Leo Tolstoy booksGone with the Wind by Margaret MitchellMy Friends by Fredrik BackmanBook FlightJane Eyre by Charlotte BronteEmbergold by Rachelle NelsonDear Mr. Knightley by Katherine Reay✨ Find Your Next Great Read! We just hit 175 episodes of Bookish Flights, and to celebrate, I created the Bookish Flights Roadmap — a guide to all 175 podcast episodes, sorted by genre to help you find your next great read faster.Explore it here → www.bookishflights.com/read/roadmapSupport the showBe sure to join the Bookish Flights community on social media. Happy listening! Instagram Facebook Website
Dans cette dernière partie du portrait d'Eugénie Béziat, on entre dans le temps de la construction.Après les apprentissages et les doutes, viennent les choix forts, les premières places de cheffe, la Flibuste à Villefranche-sur-Mer, cette aventure hors du commun qui se conclura par une première étoile, puis l'appel du Ritz, et le saut dans un tout autre univers.La cheffe raconte comment elle a bâti sa confiance, comment elle a su s'affirmer sans rompre, imposer une voix sans hausser le ton.De la Méditerranée à la Place Vendôme, elle continue d'écrire une cuisine d'équilibre, entre rigueur et vibration, entre racines et modernité.Deux fois étoilée, elle signe aujourd'hui une partition unique : un dialogue entre l'Afrique et la France, entre la tradition et la liberté d'un regard neuf.
Dans ce nouvel épisode de CHEFS, la cheffe Eugénie Béziat poursuit le récit de son parcours.Après l'enfance et la découverte du goût, elle raconte ici ses premiers pas dans les cuisines, ses apprentissages, ses doutes et les rencontres qui ont façonné sa manière de cuisiner — de Michel Guérard à Michel Sarran, de la rigueur des grandes maisons à la chaleur des brigades.C'est le récit d'une jeune femme qui entre dans la cuisine comme on entre en art : avec curiosité, exigence et cette conviction qu'« il reste encore tant de choses à inventer ».Une histoire de transmission, de reconnaissance, de construction patiente — où l'on comprend comment s'est forgée la cheffe qui, aujourd'hui, incarne une voix singulière au Ritz Paris.
The ache of a painful past...the search for an ancient artifact…the hiss of an impending threat… This is the backdrop for a work of biblical fiction based on the life of Esther. This week on The Land and the Book, award-winning author Tessa Afshar joins us. Having been raised in what is now known as ancient Persia—where Esther's story took place—she shares perspectives on Esther that we might have overlooked. Don't miss The Land and the Book.Donate to Moody Radio: http://moodyradio.org/donateto/landandthebookSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
Décoration, design, création, savoir-faire, ces mots vous parlent ? Alors vous êtes au bon endroit ! Dans ARCHI COOL un architecte d'intérieur nous raconte un projet qu'il a mené du sol au plafond, sa manière de travailler, ses tips, ses bonnes adresses bref ses partis-pris et son savoir faire pour inspirer autant les pros que les fans de déco.
C'est parti pour l'épisode 83 pour lequel je suis allée rendre visite à Silvia, dans sa maison de campagne dans le Vexin, que vous connaissez d'ailleurs peut-être sous le pseudo @monjolivexin sur Instagram. Cette maison ancienne avait beaucoup d'atouts pour séduire Silvia et son mari à la fin du confinement : de l'espace, de la place, un grand jardin, du potentiel, beaucoup de charme... et a priori, pas énormément de travaux à prévoir ! Et puis une fois les clés en poche, une fois la maison vraiment découverte, une fois l'enthousiasme de l'achat derrière soi, la vérité éclate : il va falloir faire, pour être bien ici, beaucoup plus de travaux que prévu...Dans cet épisode, Silvia vous raconte ses travaux entre devis à 15.000€ qui s'empilent, et décision de faire beaucoup soi-même, entre papier peints et jolie peinture, et grosse galère de chauffage, pour finir quelques années plus tard, par voir le bout de travaux qui ne sont pas tout à fait terminés, mais ont permis après quelques sacrifices et quelques enseignements tirés de tout ça, de dévoiler pleinement le potentiel d'une belle maison bien à elle.Rendez-vous sur www.lechantierpodcast.fr/83-chez-silvia en même temps que vous écoutez cet épisode pour découvrir la visite complète de la maison en photos, et les avant/après des travaux. Mais je ne vous en dis pas plus, et je laisse place à l'histoire de la rénovation de Silvia. Bonne écoute !*****NOTES DE L'ÉPISODE******- La visite en photos de la maison de Silvia : https://www.lechantierpodcast.fr/83-chez-silvia- Le compte Instagram du podcast : @lechantierpodcast- Le compte Instagram de Silvia : @monjolivexinMerci à mon partenaire Biologement qui soutient cet épisode, le spécialiste des enduits à la chaux, et des enduits à l'argile comme celui dont va vous parler Silvia dans cet épisode, bref la robe du bâtiment pour lui donner du caractère, du confort, avec des solutions les plus naturelles possibles ! Biologement vous offre un code promo spécial, pour vous auditeurs du podcast, pour bénéficier de -20% sur tous les enduits à l'argile sur le site avec le code LECHANTIER.Alors rendez-vous sur biologement.fr !- Si vous aimez ce podcast, laissez 5 étoiles et votre avis en quelques mots sur Apple Podcasts ou Spotify, ça m'aide énormément
The American way of selling is a high-stress, quantity-obsessed grind. We're taught to chase more prospects, make more calls, and just do more: a relentless chase that inevitably leads to burnout. But what if the real path to scaling your business was built on a foundation of "less, but better"?I just got back from Italy, where the entire culture is a powerful reminder that there's a different way to live and work. In this episode, I'm sharing the "Italian Approach to Sales" - a game plan for growing your book with a lot less stress. We get into the three lessons I learned: the artisan's power of consistency, the focus on quality over quantity (in both food and clients), and the genius of simplifying your process with modern tools. This is the strategy for achieving more success, not by doing more, but by being more effective.▶▶ Sign Up For Your Free Discovery Callhttps://calendly.com/aneary/strategy-sessionKEY MOMENTS(00:00:00) The Italian Approach to Sales: Less Stress, More Success (00:05:33) Lesson 1: The Artisan's Consistency (Your Pipeline Game Plan) (00:10:24) Lesson 2: Quality Over Quantity (The Food & Client Formula) (00:13:51) Lesson 3: The Secret to Less Stress (Simplifying Your Process)CONNECT WITH ANDY NEARY
In this episode of Lawman's Lounge, Rich Newsome joins Bill Umansky for a candid conversation about the evolution of trial law, the challenges of building a firm, and the power of mentorship. From his journey as a federal prosecutor to founding Trial School, Rich shares insights on resilience, niche specialization, and the future of legal advocacy in a tech-driven world.
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