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On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Mike Puma from Gotham Burger Social Club. We discussed how Gotham Burger started as a community burger tour, the pop-up to brick-and-mortar journey, how they built their iconic smash burger, building relationships and mutual trust in the industry, and so much more. So let's dig in! This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

durée : 00:19:19 - En cuisine avec Franck Daumas - Le week-end des 17 et 18 mai prochains, Prades (Ardèche) accueillera la quatrième édition de sa Foire aux Fromages. Une occasion unique de découvrir des fromages locaux et de passer un moment convivial avec les producteurs de la région et d'ailleurs....

Alors que la paix entre Palestiniens et Israéliens n'a jamais semblé aussi lointaine, une grappe d'étudiants palestiniens a fait le choix de suivre un cursus d'« études israéliennes ». Au programme : cours d'hébreu, études de grands textes du judaïsme et de la littérature israélienne, histoire et sociologie d'Israël. La prestigieuse université de Birzeit, en bordure de Ramallah, affiche clairement ses objectifs : « Mieux connaître l'occupant » pour mieux le combattre sur le terrain des idées. De notre correspondante à Ramallah,C'est un cours d'hébreu... à la palestinienne. Il démarre par une distribution de baklawas. Grand sourire, une étudiante annonce ses fiançailles tout en promenant un plateau de pâtisseries. Gourmand, Esmat Mansour, le professeur, se sert tout en ne perdant pas de vue ses objectifs pédagogiques : « Mazel tov ! Mazel Tov ! » Les yeux rieurs encadrés de lunettes, il confie à voix basse : « L'hébreu rappelle de mauvais souvenirs aux étudiants. Pour eux, c'est la langue des checkpoints. Alors, j'essaie autant que je le peux de détendre l'atmosphère pendant le cours. Moi, j'adore l'hébreu et mon rôle, c'est de faire aimer cette langue à mes étudiants. Je leur dis souvent qu'en maîtrisant l'hébreu, ils vont gagner en force et en confiance en eux. Si tu ne sais pas t'exprimer en hébreu, les Israéliens te mépriseront. »L'hébreu, le quinquagénaire a eu tout le loisir de l'apprendre en prison où il a passé vingt années de sa vie pour participation au meurtre d'un Israélien établi dans une colonie. Il avait pour camarade de cellule un certain Yahya Sinwar, ancien numéro un du Hamas et instigateur des attaques du 7-Octobre qui ont fait basculer la région dans un chaos dont on ne voit plus la fin.Mais sur ce lourd passé, l'homme préfère se faire discret : « Mes étudiants sont curieux et veulent en savoir plus sur l'expérience de la prison, mais l'université n'est pas le lieu pour le faire. Ici, je ne parle que des bons aspects de la prison. Avoir pu apprendre l'hébreu est l'une de ces bonnes choses. »« C'est normal de vouloir en savoir plus sur les Israéliens »Lui qui dit croire désormais en une « solution politique » au conflit, prodigue la matière phare du cursus : l'hébreu à raison de neuf heures par semaine. Révisions du vocabulaire de base et apprentissage de quelques adages en hébreu, le cours se déroule dans une ambiance bon enfant teintée de salves d'humour noir. Après la lecture d'un texte évoquant la protection de la nature et des animaux, un étudiant lance, cynique : « Ils sont fantastiques, les Israéliens ! Ils font attention à tout, la nature, les animaux ! Sauf à nous ! Nous non, on ne compte pas ! Pourquoi ? Aucune idée ! ». Les rires fusent. « Les plus tragiques des désastres sont ceux qui provoquent des rires », soutient le poète palestinien Mohammed El-Kurd dans son recueil « Rifqa ». Ici, on rit beaucoup. Tout en rondeurs et sourires lui aussi, Rabih Bader, 27 ans, dit vouloir entamer un travail de recherche consacré à ce qu'il appelle la « judaïsation de l'histoire palestinienne » par les Israéliens. Impossible donc de faire l'impasse sur l'hébreu : « C'est normal de vouloir en savoir plus sur les Israéliens. Eux savent tout de nous. Ils ont de très bons départements d'études palestiniennes dans leurs universités. Ils étudient non seulement l'arabe, mais même les différents dialectes palestiniens. Ils sont super spécialisés, à nous d'en faire de même. » Oreilles dressées pour écouter les cours, plusieurs étudiants gardent un œil en permanence sur leurs smartphones. Les dernières informations sont égrenées à haute voix : arrestations, incursions de l'armée israélienne ou rumeurs de fuites de documents au sein du Shin Bet, l'appareil de renseignements israéliens, la salle de classe a aussi des airs de rédaction. On commente, on se perd en conjectures et souvent, on ironise, encore et encore, sur la situation. Un programme lancé il y a dix ansPour accéder à cette rieuse salle de classe, il en aura fallu de la patience. Ici comme dans beaucoup d'endroits de Cisjordanie occupée, la méfiance règne. Avant de nous autoriser à nous mêler à leurs étudiants, les responsables de l'université de Birzeit annoncent avoir fait « leur enquête » sur nous. Un mois et demi d'échanges d'e-mails, de messages WhatsApp, de smileys, de vœux pour l'Aïd, de rencontres et de tractations plus tard, les portes de ce programme académique inédit s'ouvrent enfin à notre micro.Sous un portrait de Shireen Abou Aqleh – ancienne étudiante et professeur à Birzeit, mais surtout journaliste star d'Al Jazeera abattue en plein reportage à Jénine par l'armée israélienne – Najat Abdulhaq, sémillante responsable du département de la communication de l'université explique sa prudence. Smartphone en main, elle montre des photos des différents raids de l'armée israélienne sur le campus. Les dizaines d'étudiants arrêtés, les salles de classes retournées et les drapeaux arrachés l'incitent à la prudence désormais. Dans ce contexte hautement explosif, comment étudier sereinement la société israélienne ? Quand ce programme a été lancé il y a dix ans, un dilemme s'est posé d'emblée : peut-on étudier la société israélienne tout en évitant la « normalisation » ? La solution est vite trouvée. Les seuls Israéliens autorisés à donner cours ici sont des Palestiniens, citoyens d'Israël, comme Areen Hawari, directrice d'un centre de recherches à Haïfa, en Israël. Petite, coupe au carré, elle confie que cette escapade académique hebdomadaire en Cisjordanie occupée est paradoxalement une bouffée d'air pour elle : « Je suis heureuse d'enseigner ici à Birzeit. Je suis palestinienne et cela fait partie de notre projet de libération. Oui, cela fait partie de notre projet de libération de pouvoir produire des études qui soient critiques du colonialisme d'un point de vue académique. Je suis très enthousiaste. » Composant 20% de la population israélienne, les Palestiniens d'Israël sont minoritaires. Présentés comme une cinquième colonne qui menace la sécurité de l'État hébreu, ces professeurs – malgré les checkpoints qu'ils doivent franchir pour venir enseigner en Cisjordanie occupée – trouvent ici paradoxalement un répit de quelques heures dans le climat de suspicion généralisée qui prédomine en Israël. « J'ai un passeport israélien, mais je me sens palestinienne et je porte le poids de la douleur des Palestiniens moi aussi. Notre souhait, c'est qu'Israël ne soit pas un État que pour les juifs, mais pour tous les citoyens. On veut un État démocratique », poursuit Areen Hawari. Combattre la colonisation par les armes du savoirUn département d'études israéliennes peut-il se concevoir sans professeurs israéliens juifs ? Pour Asma, étudiante aussi appliquée qu'impliquée, la question ne se pose pas : « On n'a pas de professeur juif effectivement, mais le problème ce n'est pas la confession en soi. On ne veut pas avoir de profs sionistes. Mais ça n'empêche pas qu'on les lise. On ne peut pas comprendre les Israéliens si on ne lit pas Theodor Herzl et d'autres penseurs du sionisme ». Le sionisme. Le terme revient beaucoup en cours. « Plus de terre, moins d'Arabes », lance une étudiante pour le définir. Une question survient alors : « Peut-on étudier un domaine que l'on n'aime pas ? » Sans circonvolutions, Asma répond avec l'aplomb des punchlines propres à sa génération : « On est un peu comme les médecins qui étudient le cancer. Les médecins n'aiment pas le cancer, mais ils l'étudient pour pouvoir le combattre. » Tous, ici, professeurs comme étudiants, ont l'impression de combattre la colonisation par les armes du savoir. Fondée à l'aube du XXe siècle, l'Université de Birzeit a une longue tradition d'engagement pour la cause palestinienne. Les Français l'ont découverte à la (dé)faveur du déplacement de Lionel Jospin sur le campus le 26 février 2000. Pris à partie par des étudiants scandalisés par ses propos sur le Hezbollah qu'il a qualifié de « terroriste », le Premier ministre français essuie jets de tracts et de pierres. La scène donne des sueurs froides à son personnel de sécurité et vient rappeler combien chaque mot est miné dans cette région du monde. Un programme financé par le Centre arabe de recherche et de sciences politiques de DohaUn quart de siècle plus tard, rien n'a changé. L'Orient reste plus que jamais « compliqué » et suscite l'intérêt redoublé de programmes de recherches du monde entier. À commencer par celui des riches pétromonarchies du Golfe désormais convaincues de la nécessité d'investir dans le savoir en plus de la pierre et des clubs de football européens. La petite trentaine d'étudiants qui suit le programme bénéficient ainsi d'une bourse financée par le Centre arabe de recherche et de sciences politiques de Doha. Un institut dirigé par l'intellectuel palestinien Azmi Bishara également citoyen d'Israël où il fut député. Recherche, journalisme, diplomatie, les secteurs en mesure d'accueillir ces rares étudiants palestiniens connaisseurs en profondeur de la société israélienne sont nombreux et stratégiques.Casquette vissée sur la tête, main qui caresse tantôt un chapelet tantôt une cigarette, Mohanad, le regard clair – lui aussi ancien prisonnier comme 40% des hommes palestiniens et dont le nom sera tu pour des raisons de sécurité – confie pourtant avoir du mal à savoir ce qu'il fera de son diplôme. « Tu sais, nous en Palestine, on ne sait plus se projeter. Là, je suis avec toi, mais demain qui sait où je serai ? J'ai été emprisonné deux fois. Je peux être emprisonné à nouveau à tout moment. Depuis le 7-Octobre, on parle même de nous faire partir d'ici de façon massive. C'est difficile de pouvoir réfléchir à l'avenir ».  « L'impossible futur ; comment la colonisation israélienne sape les rêves d'avenir de la jeunesse palestinienne ». Un thème de recherche académique en soi… 

Alors que la paix entre Palestiniens et Israéliens n'a jamais semblé aussi lointaine, une grappe d'étudiants palestiniens a fait le choix de suivre un cursus d'« études israéliennes ». Au programme : cours d'hébreu, études de grands textes du judaïsme et de la littérature israélienne, histoire et sociologie d'Israël. La prestigieuse université de Birzeit, en bordure de Ramallah, affiche clairement ses objectifs : « Mieux connaître l'occupant » pour mieux le combattre sur le terrain des idées. De notre correspondante à Ramallah,C'est un cours d'hébreu... à la palestinienne. Il démarre par une distribution de baklawas. Grand sourire, une étudiante annonce ses fiançailles tout en promenant un plateau de pâtisseries. Gourmand, Esmat Mansour, le professeur, se sert tout en ne perdant pas de vue ses objectifs pédagogiques : « Mazel tov ! Mazel Tov ! » Les yeux rieurs encadrés de lunettes, il confie à voix basse : « L'hébreu rappelle de mauvais souvenirs aux étudiants. Pour eux, c'est la langue des checkpoints. Alors, j'essaie autant que je le peux de détendre l'atmosphère pendant le cours. Moi, j'adore l'hébreu et mon rôle, c'est de faire aimer cette langue à mes étudiants. Je leur dis souvent qu'en maîtrisant l'hébreu, ils vont gagner en force et en confiance en eux. Si tu ne sais pas t'exprimer en hébreu, les Israéliens te mépriseront. »L'hébreu, le quinquagénaire a eu tout le loisir de l'apprendre en prison où il a passé vingt années de sa vie pour participation au meurtre d'un Israélien établi dans une colonie. Il avait pour camarade de cellule un certain Yahya Sinwar, ancien numéro un du Hamas et instigateur des attaques du 7-Octobre qui ont fait basculer la région dans un chaos dont on ne voit plus la fin.Mais sur ce lourd passé, l'homme préfère se faire discret : « Mes étudiants sont curieux et veulent en savoir plus sur l'expérience de la prison, mais l'université n'est pas le lieu pour le faire. Ici, je ne parle que des bons aspects de la prison. Avoir pu apprendre l'hébreu est l'une de ces bonnes choses. »« C'est normal de vouloir en savoir plus sur les Israéliens »Lui qui dit croire désormais en une « solution politique » au conflit, prodigue la matière phare du cursus : l'hébreu à raison de neuf heures par semaine. Révisions du vocabulaire de base et apprentissage de quelques adages en hébreu, le cours se déroule dans une ambiance bon enfant teintée de salves d'humour noir. Après la lecture d'un texte évoquant la protection de la nature et des animaux, un étudiant lance, cynique : « Ils sont fantastiques, les Israéliens ! Ils font attention à tout, la nature, les animaux ! Sauf à nous ! Nous non, on ne compte pas ! Pourquoi ? Aucune idée ! ». Les rires fusent. « Les plus tragiques des désastres sont ceux qui provoquent des rires », soutient le poète palestinien Mohammed El-Kurd dans son recueil « Rifqa ». Ici, on rit beaucoup. Tout en rondeurs et sourires lui aussi, Rabih Bader, 27 ans, dit vouloir entamer un travail de recherche consacré à ce qu'il appelle la « judaïsation de l'histoire palestinienne » par les Israéliens. Impossible donc de faire l'impasse sur l'hébreu : « C'est normal de vouloir en savoir plus sur les Israéliens. Eux savent tout de nous. Ils ont de très bons départements d'études palestiniennes dans leurs universités. Ils étudient non seulement l'arabe, mais même les différents dialectes palestiniens. Ils sont super spécialisés, à nous d'en faire de même. » Oreilles dressées pour écouter les cours, plusieurs étudiants gardent un œil en permanence sur leurs smartphones. Les dernières informations sont égrenées à haute voix : arrestations, incursions de l'armée israélienne ou rumeurs de fuites de documents au sein du Shin Bet, l'appareil de renseignements israéliens, la salle de classe a aussi des airs de rédaction. On commente, on se perd en conjectures et souvent, on ironise, encore et encore, sur la situation. Un programme lancé il y a dix ansPour accéder à cette rieuse salle de classe, il en aura fallu de la patience. Ici comme dans beaucoup d'endroits de Cisjordanie occupée, la méfiance règne. Avant de nous autoriser à nous mêler à leurs étudiants, les responsables de l'université de Birzeit annoncent avoir fait « leur enquête » sur nous. Un mois et demi d'échanges d'e-mails, de messages WhatsApp, de smileys, de vœux pour l'Aïd, de rencontres et de tractations plus tard, les portes de ce programme académique inédit s'ouvrent enfin à notre micro.Sous un portrait de Shireen Abou Aqleh – ancienne étudiante et professeur à Birzeit, mais surtout journaliste star d'Al Jazeera abattue en plein reportage à Jénine par l'armée israélienne – Najat Abdulhaq, sémillante responsable du département de la communication de l'université explique sa prudence. Smartphone en main, elle montre des photos des différents raids de l'armée israélienne sur le campus. Les dizaines d'étudiants arrêtés, les salles de classes retournées et les drapeaux arrachés l'incitent à la prudence désormais. Dans ce contexte hautement explosif, comment étudier sereinement la société israélienne ? Quand ce programme a été lancé il y a dix ans, un dilemme s'est posé d'emblée : peut-on étudier la société israélienne tout en évitant la « normalisation » ? La solution est vite trouvée. Les seuls Israéliens autorisés à donner cours ici sont des Palestiniens, citoyens d'Israël, comme Areen Hawari, directrice d'un centre de recherches à Haïfa, en Israël. Petite, coupe au carré, elle confie que cette escapade académique hebdomadaire en Cisjordanie occupée est paradoxalement une bouffée d'air pour elle : « Je suis heureuse d'enseigner ici à Birzeit. Je suis palestinienne et cela fait partie de notre projet de libération. Oui, cela fait partie de notre projet de libération de pouvoir produire des études qui soient critiques du colonialisme d'un point de vue académique. Je suis très enthousiaste. » Composant 20% de la population israélienne, les Palestiniens d'Israël sont minoritaires. Présentés comme une cinquième colonne qui menace la sécurité de l'État hébreu, ces professeurs – malgré les checkpoints qu'ils doivent franchir pour venir enseigner en Cisjordanie occupée – trouvent ici paradoxalement un répit de quelques heures dans le climat de suspicion généralisée qui prédomine en Israël. « J'ai un passeport israélien, mais je me sens palestinienne et je porte le poids de la douleur des Palestiniens moi aussi. Notre souhait, c'est qu'Israël ne soit pas un État que pour les juifs, mais pour tous les citoyens. On veut un État démocratique », poursuit Areen Hawari. Combattre la colonisation par les armes du savoirUn département d'études israéliennes peut-il se concevoir sans professeurs israéliens juifs ? Pour Asma, étudiante aussi appliquée qu'impliquée, la question ne se pose pas : « On n'a pas de professeur juif effectivement, mais le problème ce n'est pas la confession en soi. On ne veut pas avoir de profs sionistes. Mais ça n'empêche pas qu'on les lise. On ne peut pas comprendre les Israéliens si on ne lit pas Theodor Herzl et d'autres penseurs du sionisme ». Le sionisme. Le terme revient beaucoup en cours. « Plus de terre, moins d'Arabes », lance une étudiante pour le définir. Une question survient alors : « Peut-on étudier un domaine que l'on n'aime pas ? » Sans circonvolutions, Asma répond avec l'aplomb des punchlines propres à sa génération : « On est un peu comme les médecins qui étudient le cancer. Les médecins n'aiment pas le cancer, mais ils l'étudient pour pouvoir le combattre. » Tous, ici, professeurs comme étudiants, ont l'impression de combattre la colonisation par les armes du savoir. Fondée à l'aube du XXe siècle, l'Université de Birzeit a une longue tradition d'engagement pour la cause palestinienne. Les Français l'ont découverte à la (dé)faveur du déplacement de Lionel Jospin sur le campus le 26 février 2000. Pris à partie par des étudiants scandalisés par ses propos sur le Hezbollah qu'il a qualifié de « terroriste », le Premier ministre français essuie jets de tracts et de pierres. La scène donne des sueurs froides à son personnel de sécurité et vient rappeler combien chaque mot est miné dans cette région du monde. Un programme financé par le Centre arabe de recherche et de sciences politiques de DohaUn quart de siècle plus tard, rien n'a changé. L'Orient reste plus que jamais « compliqué » et suscite l'intérêt redoublé de programmes de recherches du monde entier. À commencer par celui des riches pétromonarchies du Golfe désormais convaincues de la nécessité d'investir dans le savoir en plus de la pierre et des clubs de football européens. La petite trentaine d'étudiants qui suit le programme bénéficient ainsi d'une bourse financée par le Centre arabe de recherche et de sciences politiques de Doha. Un institut dirigé par l'intellectuel palestinien Azmi Bishara également citoyen d'Israël où il fut député. Recherche, journalisme, diplomatie, les secteurs en mesure d'accueillir ces rares étudiants palestiniens connaisseurs en profondeur de la société israélienne sont nombreux et stratégiques.Casquette vissée sur la tête, main qui caresse tantôt un chapelet tantôt une cigarette, Mohanad, le regard clair – lui aussi ancien prisonnier comme 40% des hommes palestiniens et dont le nom sera tu pour des raisons de sécurité – confie pourtant avoir du mal à savoir ce qu'il fera de son diplôme. « Tu sais, nous en Palestine, on ne sait plus se projeter. Là, je suis avec toi, mais demain qui sait où je serai ? J'ai été emprisonné deux fois. Je peux être emprisonné à nouveau à tout moment. Depuis le 7-Octobre, on parle même de nous faire partir d'ici de façon massive. C'est difficile de pouvoir réfléchir à l'avenir ».  « L'impossible futur ; comment la colonisation israélienne sape les rêves d'avenir de la jeunesse palestinienne ». Un thème de recherche académique en soi… 

Bereit für eine besonders interaktive Episode? Dieses Mal heißt es wieder: Duft gegen Duft im großen Parfüm-Quartett! Zehn Duftkategorien – von „Amber“ über „Gourmand“, „Feige“ bis hin zu „salzig-aquatisch“ – bieten den Rahmen für ein olfaktorisches Kopf-an-Kopf-Rennen. Wer hat den stärkeren Flakon? Welcher Duft trumpft mit besserer Haltbarkeit auf? Und wo liegt vielleicht auch mal die Hundekacke mitten im Jasminfeld? Außerdem mit dabei: spannende Duftbesprechungen von Neuheiten wie Amber K von Ella K, Risvelium von Orto Parisi und dem neuen Power Self von Initio. Warum riecht ein Duft wie „Ahoy-Himbeer-Brause“? Und was hat die asiatische Marktorientierung mit den aktuellen Duftkompositionen zu tun? Neben all der Duftliebe gibt's wie immer auch ein paar charmante Abschweifungen – etwa über Porsche-Modelle, French Toast mit Erdnussbutter, oder nostalgische Erinnerungen an das gute alte Quartett-Spiel mit Traktoren und Zügen. Folge uns auf Parfumo: • Parfumo-Profil von Max: parfumo.de/Benutzer/Parfumax Und verpasse keine Updates auf Instagram: • Instagram-Account von Alex: instagram.com/alexander_weisser_parfum/ • Instagram-Account von Max: instagram.com/scentotd/ Wir danken euch für eure Unterstützung und eure Treue – auf die nächsten 5 Jahre! Schaltet auch nächste Woche wieder ein, wenn wir unsere Duftreisen fortsetzen. Bleibt duftend, Alex & Max DISCLAIMER: In unserem Podcast teilen wir nur unsere persönliche Meinung. Es handelt sich nicht um bezahlte Werbung. Manchmal stellen wir gesponserte Produkte vor und sagen das auch klar.

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Kevin Cardenas from Solo Diner. We discussed his experience working in fine dining and how the skills translate to his pop-up, how Solo Diner presents Filipino American cuisine through embodying nostalgia while incorporating elements from their position in NYC, the collaborative nature of pop-ups and those who supported them during their first year, and so much more. So let's dig in! This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

Une actu sportive, un débat, et deux camps : c'est le bras de fer des GG ! Nos "Grands Gueules du Sport" s'affrontent à coup d'arguments... Mais à la fin, c'est vous les auditeurs, qui choisissez l'équipe victorieuse !

durée : 00:20:06 - C'est bon ça, c'est fait en Isère ? - À Voiron, Falonne vous propose un aller simple pour l'Afrique avec des spécialités maison. Sur place ou sur les marchés, Falonne et son équipe vous régalent avec des plats aux saveurs authentiques, comme les sauces gombo et graines, les frites de manioc et les jus de gingembre.

durée : 00:15:29 - Bienvenue chez vous : on passe en cuisine, ici Alsace - À Strasbourg, le Sofitel Grand-Île dévoile sa nouvelle brasserie. Aux commandes, le chef Mathieu Klein sublime la cuisine locale avec générosité, qualité et accessibilité.

durée : 00:18:32 - Bienvenue chez vous : on passe en cuisine, ici Alsace - Bien plus qu'un musée, Les Secrets du Chocolat à Geispolsheim proposent une véritable expérience immersive. Entre histoire, dégustation et ateliers créatifs, découvrez cet incontournable alsacien.

Get Ready for Spring Brunch Season with this "From the Vault" episode of Big Blend Radio's COOKING WITH RUTH Podcast with Ruth Milstein, author of the Gourmand award-winning recipe book, “Cooking with Love: Ventures Into the New Israeli Cuisine.”  On this episode, Ruth shares tips on planning and preparing a spring brunch, and talks about her Cheese Stuffed Mini Rolls recipe, that you can see here: https://blendradioandtv.com/listing/cheese-stuffed-mini-rolls/   Learn more about Ruth Milstein here: https://www.ruthmilstein.com/  Listen to Big Blend Radio's 3rd Sunday "Cooking with Ruth" podcasts here: https://tinyurl.com/yr9jp58n This episode is also featured on our other Big Blend Radio channels: "Big Daily Blend," and "Eat, Drink & Be Merry." Check out our Big Blend Radio Network of podcasts here: https://www.podbean.com/podcast-network/bigblendradionetwork 

L'autre chaîne de hamburgers fait un come-back gagnant. Même si McDonald's continue de dominer, Burger King est en pleine conquête de parts de marché en France. Dans « La Story », le podcast d'actualité des « Echos », Pierrick Fay et son invité Laurent-David Samama livrent les secrets du succès de la marque au « whopper ».Retrouvez l'essentiel de l'actualité économique grâce à notre offre d'abonnement Access : abonnement.lesechos.fr/lastory« La Story » est un podcast des « Echos » présenté par Pierrick Fay. Cet épisode a été enregistré en mars 2025. Rédaction en chef : Clémence Lemaistre. Invité : Laurent David Samama (journaliste pour « Les Echos Week-end »). Réalisation : Willy Ganne. Chargée de production et d'édition : Michèle Warnet. Musique : Théo Boulenger. Identité graphique : Upian. Photo : Shutterstock. Sons : Burger King, Les Echos, BFM TV, KFC, Les Jones « Burgers » (2022). Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

durée : 00:01:55 - Après la taille de fin d'hiver des rosiers, le paillage gourmand est tout aussi indispensable

durée : 00:20:15 - C'est bon ça, c'est fait en Isère ? - Le chef Benjamin Henner chef de l'Hôtel de France à la Côte St André nous dévoile ses techniques pour réussir un riz au lait onctueux. Du choix du riz à la cuisson en passant par les astuces pour éviter qu'il colle, découvrez tous ses conseils gourmands.

durée : 00:24:43 - Les gouts d'ici en Gironde

durée : 00:22:07 - Le domaine Latapy à Gan : vins, escape game, hébergement, panier gourmand - Que ce soit pour une dégustation, un jeu immersif, un séjour ou un simple passage gourmand, le Domaine Latapy offre une palette d'expériences autour du vin, de la convivialité et de l'authenticité béarnaise

Après l'Île Maurice

Aujourd'hui, direction Paris pour rencontrer Franck, un acteur incontournable de la scène végane parisienne

durée : 00:11:14 - Un “Février Gourmand en Périgord” à la Roque St Christophe et à la maison forte de Reignac

durée : 00:01:42 - Bernadette et Jean Claude

On today's episode of Gourmand, we sat down with Rishi Talati from Hotplate. We discussed how Hotplate began out of a college dorm, their business model and how they help small food businesses, the trajectory of pop-ups since the pandemic and their importance to the food scene, and so much more. So let's dig in! This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

durée : 00:27:11 - Le salon Cyrano à Cambo les bains - À Cambo-les-Bains, le Salon Cyrano est plus qu'un simple salon de thé : une adresse chaleureuse et gourmande, où l'on déguste tartes maison, plats du jour et desserts incontournables. Cathy Kranjcévic y cultive un esprit familial, qui fait le bonheur des habitués.

What did I get right in my 2024 predictions & what's coming in 2025??? What is the lifecycle of a trend? Plus: my ins-and-outs for the new year. GE T TIX ~ SMELLS LIKE LOVE DATER APPLICATION (!!!) FRAGS MENTIONED: SOTD: Chris Collins Danse Sauvage*, Arquiste Little Paws, Jorum Studio Pentimento, MFK Absolue Pour Le Soir, Thameen Bravi*, Maison D'Etto Verdades*, Regime des Fleurs Nitesurf Neroli, Electimuss Caspian Cherry*, Snif Honey Suite, Chris Collins Lust Oud Delice*, Goldfield & Banks Silky Woods Elixir*, Bon Parfumeur Iris Cartagena*, Chasing Scents Private Teahouse, Atelier Des Ors Cocoa Kimiya, Regime des Fleurs Fleur Eclair, Binaurale Supersolid*, Dior Sauvage Eau Forte, Thin Wild Mercury Sheep Meadow*, Orebella Salted Muse, Dries Van Noten Camomile Satin, House of Brandt London Fog, Fzotic Lilac Brûlée*, J'Adore Dior, Mitsouko, Sarah Baker Peach's Revenge, Frederic Malle Acne Studios, Guerlain Peche Mirage, ELdO Secretions Magnifiques, Parfums de Nicolai Saint Honore, Ourside Nostalgia*, Chanel No. 5, Parle Moi du Parfum Comete Paradis 62, Chanel Comete, Maison Crivelli Tubereuse Astral*, Fugazzi Angel Dust, Mabelle O'Rama Lunar Dust, Binaurale Supersolid * = smelled and/or gifted in PR (w/ no expectation of review) (RECENT) PAST TREND CONTENT BELOW: 2024 TREND PREDICTIONS EP (Ep 123) HIGHSNOB ARTICLE (2024 Note Trends) NYFW TRENDS (Ep 111 - w/ Alex Pauly) SPRING TRENDS (w/ Fat Mascara)

Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day for January 21, 2025 is: gourmand • GOOR-mahnd • noun A gourmand is a person who loves and appreciates good food and drink. Gourmand can also refer to someone who enjoys eating and drinking to excess. // He was a gourmand who retired to New Orleans to live close to the cuisine he loved best. See the entry > Examples: "... the deck sports a dining area with a barbecue and pizza oven for gourmands." — Rachel Cormack, Robb Report, 27 Oct. 2023 Did you know? When gourmand first appeared in English texts in the 15th century, it was no compliment: gourmand was a synonym of glutton that was reserved for a greedy eater who consumed well past the point of satiation. The word's negative connotation mostly remained until English speakers borrowed the similar-sounding (and much more positive) gourmet from French in the 17th century to describe a connoisseur of food and drink. Since then, while the original, unflattering sense of gourmand has remained, it has picked up an additional, softer sense referring to someone who appreciates, and has a hearty appetite for, the pleasures of the table. More recently, gourmand has expanded beyond cuisine and into the world of perfumery: fragrances that evoke edible pleasures are called "gourmands."

Room and Bored: Part 1 College student Dale is attracted to his landlady. Based on a post by Krosis, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►  Podcast at Steamy Stories. Dale woke up to the sound of a woman crying. The 19-year-old pulled on a robe and headed up the stairs, out of his basement suite and into the house proper. He quickly zeroed in on the source of the crying, the shadowy form of his landlady sitting on the living room couch, her head in her hands. "Nancy?" he called out softly to her, trying not to startle her. "Oh!" she whirled. "Dale! Did I wake you? I'm so sorry!" Dale stopped as he spied the curve of the older woman's bountiful cleavage peeking out from her robe as she turned toward him. It was a struggle, but he brought his gaze up to meet her beautiful brown eyes. "It's okay, are you alright?" he asked her. She wiped tears from her gorgeous face, framed by her thick, shoulder-length auburn hair. "I've, been better. It's nothing for you to worry about, okay? I'll keep it down." "Okay, " Dale retreated back to the door leading to the basement as she gave a final sniff and stood up from the couch, the street light streaming in through the window framing her figure for a moment. He gulped as he saw the silhouette of her shapely bare legs under her short robe. "Good nite," he called out to her. "Sweet dreams," she replied. Back in his bed, Dale thought about Nancy. She wasn't his aunt, but close, she was actually the younger sister of his mother's best friend growing up. She had even babysat him a few times before she left home. When Dale informed his parents that he was going to state college, his mother called Nancy, who she knew actually lived near the campus. After some catching up and finagling about money, Dale was set up in Nancy and her husband's furnished basement suite. When he met Nancy again as he moved in, he was taken aback at how sexy the now thirtysomething woman was. She had left town when he was just 6, so he barely remembered her, but she remembered him, and welcomed him like a surrogate mother. His face had reddened from the feel of her curvaceous body hugging him, and then he had made the acquaintance of Michael, Nancy's husband. The man, a little older than Nancy, was about Dale's height, a bit overweight, with dark hair and a trimmed beard. He seemed friendly enough. Dale had settled into the spacious bedroom suite, and his landlords frequently invited him to join them for meals, allowing the grateful college student to save money that he would normally have spent on fast food. A few weeks had passed since he had moved in, and he was getting comfortable in his new normal. Dale wished Nancy would hug him again. He thought about her warm, curvy body, barely hidden in her robe, pressed against him, the heady smell of her floral perfume setting his libido on fire, and he stroked himself to orgasm. Sleep came easily after that. Sweet dreams indeed, he thought.   "Hey, Dale, right?" Dale looked up. Standing next to his table was a cute, smiling girl his age, with shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, wearing jeans and a t-shirt that were a little bit too large for her average frame. "Um, yeah, do I know you?" He looked around the campus cafeteria, wondering if someone was playing a prank on him. Cute girls didn't normally just walk up and start conversations with him. She tucked some of her hair behind one ear. "Oh! Um, yeah, I'm Melanie, we went to high school together." At his blank look, she continued, "We had like three classes together last year, I sat behind you in English?" Dale struggled to remember her. A zitty, overweight dishwater blonde girl with glasses had sat behind him in that class, "Um, um, I lost some weight, got my eyes lasered, and colored my hair." She looked really uncomfortable now. "Oh!" he said, realizing. "I'm sorry, yeah, you should probably have led with that." Her skin had also cleared up, he noted. "Uh, how are you?" Her smile back on her face, she sat next to him. "Doing good! Did you take English Lit this semester? Your story projects in class were always interesting." His face flushed. "Really? Thanks. Yeah, English Lit, Creative Writing, all those, hopefully I'll make a living as a writer one day." "Oh, that's awesome! I'm sure you'll do well," she gushed. "I remember that ghost story you told the class, gave me frickin' nightmares for days! Um, I'm in the nurse program, so our classes don't overlap." "Huh." "Yeah." The conversation had stalled spectacularly, and she looked uncomfortable again. "I, guess I'll see you around?" She got to her feet, gave him a brief, uncomfortable smile, and shuffled away. "Sure," he called after her with a wave. A few minutes later, he got a notification through his phone that Melanie wanted to be his friend. Shrugging, he approved it. Can't have too many friends, he figured.   "I'll be working over in Greenville for a few weeks, to keep an eye on the contractors," Michael told Nancy and Dale at dinner that night. "They're putting me up in a hotel for the duration so I don't have to get stuck in traffic for hours going back and forth." Nancy stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth. "Oh," she said, "when does that start?" "Monday." It was Friday night.   That night, Dale was again woken up by Nancy's sobbing, and he donned his robe and headed up. "Will you tell me what's wrong?" he asked as he sat next to her on the couch. She looked at him with red but still beautiful eyes. "Your Mom is really lucky, Dale, to have a son who's so smart, kind, hand--" She stopped and dropped her eyes to her lap. "Um, handy." He quirked her a smile. "Handy? Do you need me to fix a cabinet, or plug a leak?" She gasped, and he realized how lewd that last suggestion could be interpreted. "Um, I mean, " "It's okay, Dale," she said, and put her hand on his shoulder. "You're such a good boy." Dale was very aware that a sexy older woman was touching him. He was determined not to make a big deal about it. He also didn't want her to take her hand away. She paused for a moment before she gave his shoulder a squeeze and stood up from the couch. He stood up as well, an automatic reflex his father had drilled into him, and she impulsively pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for checking on me," she breathed into his ear. He nodded, his hands moving to circle around her, but then she pulled away and headed back to her bed. Dale found himself standing there with his hard-on tenting out his robe, and wondered how long it had been like that. He hoped that Nancy hadn't seen it! He went back to his own bed to take care of the awoken beast, this time being able to vividly recall Nancy's scent and the feel of her shapely body pressed against him, as it had just happened. Soon, his cum shot up and splashed back down upon his chest.   Dale's Saturday was taken up entirely by homework assignments. Taking a break, he posted a limerick to his friend feed: This homework brings me no joy, My brain it tries to destroy, I've come here to say, All work and no play, Makes Dale a very dull boy. Then he got back to work. Within a few minutes he got a notification that Melanie had commented, and grimaced as she once again gushed at his talent with words. Well, it was nice to be appreciated, he decided, and gave her comment a thumbs-up. That night, after dinner, he was up late finishing his English Lit paper and headed upstairs to get some cold water from the fridge. He could have poured himself some from his bathroom faucet, but he had been spoiled by his hosts' water filter. As he entered the living room, the kitchen light came on and he heard a light footfall on the adjoining room's stone floor. Nancy! He was about to call out to her when he saw that she was only wearing a short, sheer nightie instead of her robe. He froze instead, knowing that she would be very embarrassed to be caught by her renter in just her negligee! She opened the fridge, bent over, and rummaged through the fridge, giving Dale a fantastic view of her rounded ass, barely covered by pink bikini-style panties. His mouth went dry and he stepped back around the corner so that she wouldn't see him if she turned, though he made sure that he still had a good view of her sexy body. She pulled something out of a drawer and headed to the sink. He pulled back a bit more into the shadows of the living room as she washed, he craned his neck to see, a zucchini? He was confused, and even more so when she held the vegetable to her chest with a sigh. She didn't go to the cutting board, nor pull out a pan to cook the gourd. Why was she, ? Then she moved the vegetable down, between her legs. He gasped. No, she wouldn't, "Hello?" she called out, turning. Dale pulled back and rushed as fast and as quietly as he could across the dark, carpeted living room back to his basement door, slipping through it and down the stairs. He had to leave the door slightly ajar, realizing that the sound of it closing would clue her in on his voyeurism, unintentional as it had started. Safely back in his suite, he let his breath go; he hadn't even realized that he'd been holding it. His cock was incredibly hard, thinking about Nancy warming that thick vegetable up between her bountiful tits before using it to pleasure herself. He grabbed his tissue box and furiously whacked off, moaning and cumming into some tissues after less than 30 seconds. Feeling tired post-orgasm, Dale quickly brushed his teeth and went to bed.   Dale slept in on Sunday and then played some video games. Nancy and Michael went out for dinner, so he ordered in. He actually felt a bit disappointed that Nancy didn't come downstairs that night, but was also glad that she wasn't sad enough to do so.   On Monday, after breakfast, Michael gave Nancy a kiss and left on his extended assignment. Dale suspected that Nancy's husband was the cause of her tears, so he wasn't going to miss him. Melanie joined Dale for lunch, the platinum blonde eating her salad and talking about how she was always hungry since losing the weight. "But it's totally worth it, right, Dale?" She lifted her arms up and thrust out her chest. Dale noticed that she was wearing a more form-fitting top that day, which showed off her new hourglass figure, and he nodded, though he noted that her 19-year-old curves had nothing on Nancy's.   That night, after playing some video games, Dale noted that the light upstairs was still on and went up. The living room was lit up but nobody seemed to be there. He went to turn the light off, but then noticed Nancy sleeping on the couch. He also saw that her gown had opened, showing off one gorgeous, naked tit and the inner thigh of one shapely leg. He froze and stared. After a few seconds he shifted closer, making sure not to make any noise as he leaned over to examine that glorious boob. It was round, firm-looking, with a darker pink areola surrounding a poky nipple, probably hard from the cool night air. His eyes shifted down to the thigh of her smooth-shaven legs, the ivory whiteness of her skin enticing him. He felt his hard cock pressing insistently into the restrictive fabric of his jeans. "Nancy?" he whispered softly. He was taking a chance, if she woke up, then she would get upset about her state of undress, but he wanted to get closer, so he had to make sure that she was soundly asleep. After no response, he spoke her name louder, still nothing. Finally, he took a breath and spoke aloud, "Nancy," and waited, holding his breath. She continued to sleep. Emboldened, Dale knelt down beside her to examine that amazing tit. This close, he could make out small bumps in her areola around the nipple, and the slight depression in the middle of the prominence. That's where milk would come out, he told himself, and his cock gave a twitch of acknowledgment. He wanted to suck on that wonderful looking mammary, but with her asleep, that felt wrong to him. Plus, if he touched her and she woke up, he would be in real trouble. He moved his face further down her body to her thighs. Keeping his eyes on her face, he very carefully lifted her robe aside to reveal her panties. That night she had worn translucent black mesh ones that hinted at her trimmed pussy hair. This close, he breathed in her musky aroma. He had heard that pussy smelled like fish, but this was nothing like that. His cock was actually starting to hurt. He raised himself back up, considered for a few seconds as he continued gazing down upon Nancy's half-naked form, and then unzipped, allowing his erection to breathe. He stepped back a bit, which would allow him to quickly sidestep around the couch if Nancy started to wake up, and started to slowly wank, the scent of her pussy fresh in his mind. He imagined himself taking that glorious boob into his mouth and suckling on it as she jacked him off. Then she would pull those panties down and open her legs, inviting him to thrust his virgin cock inside her sexy, mature body. He squinted his eyes between her legs. He could just about make out her engorged vaginal lips through the sheer fabric, he was going to cum soon, "You need help with that?" His eyes flicked back to her face. She was awake and smiling at him. Here's How Nancy Saw It. Three days previous, on Friday night, Nancy was very upset again, but Dale had heard her crying and came upstairs to comfort her. Bless him! she thought. If only she could have a son like him, so caring. As they sat on the living room couch, he accidentally made a double entendre about fixing a leak and got embarrassed. She put her hand on his shoulder, a safe expression of her unfulfilled need for loving physical contact. "It's okay, Dale, you're such a good boy." Then she looked down and saw the tent of his erection through his robe. Her brain cross-wired, her affection for the boy she had babysat years ago getting mixed up with the sexy, masculine form of the young man who was sitting so close to her, their robes the only things separating them, She realized that she had started to squeeze his shoulder, and rose to her feet, her face flushed. Dale rose, too, like a true gentleman, and she impulsively pulled him into a hug. She was very aware of his hard penis, so close to her vagina now, "Thank you for checking on me," she breathed into his ear. Her body felt overheated, and she quickly broke the hug and headed back to her bedroom. Her husband Michael was asleep, of course. She thought about trying to wake him up for sex, but he tended to get upset if his sleep was interrupted. She lay there next to him, feeling incredibly alone. Finally, she fell asleep as well.   Saturday night, Again there was no nookie with Michael at bedtime, and he was going away for several weeks on Monday! The way he was acting, Nancy wondered if he was even going to miss her. Then she thought about that nicely-shaped zucchini that she had bought just the other day, waiting for her in the fridge. Michael didn't allow her to buy sex toys, saying that he should be enough for her, but the gourd's phallic shape had attracted her eye. It was a vegetable, not a dildo, so she decided that it didn't count. She was still dressed in the sexy nightie that she had worn when she had tried and failed to entice her husband, so she figured that she was dressed well enough. Her robe remained on the back of the door as she headed down to the kitchen. She grabbed the cold vegetable, ran it under some water, and then held the fridge-cold gourd to her chest to warm it up. Soon, she became impatient and moved it down between her legs, There was a phantom sound, as if of a small intake of breath, and she turned toward the darkness of the living room. "Hello?" Had her husband woke up? she wondered. She headed into that room, but found it empty. She was about to turn back when she saw light from Dale's basement suite through its slightly open door. Had Dale seen her in her nightie? she wondered. She headed to the door. "Huh huh huh, " Nancy frowned. Was the young man exercising at this time of night? She paused for a moment, but then opened the door a bit. As she leaned over to peer down the stairs into the basement suite, she saw Dale standing there, cock in hand, pleasuring himself. Her eyes fixed onto his erection. It was thicker than she imagined, she figured more than 7 inches, and his fingers flew along the shaft. Then he grabbed a couple tissues from a nearby box and, grunting and gasping, blew his load into them. Such a waste, she thought. She pulled back and returned the door to its almost closed position before she went over to the living room couch. She realized that this was where she had her first inkling of the size of Dale's package as it pushed out his robe. The zucchini was warm now. She lay down, pulled her panties aside, and thrust that gourd deep inside her very wet pussy. Thinking about Dale's hard cock, so fresh in her memory, she came quickly.   On Sunday night, she convinced her husband to finally pay some attention to her. They weren't going to see each other for weeks, she cajoled him. He relented, and they went out to the local pub for wings and some drinks. When they got back, both were tipsy. Nancy pulled Michael into their bedroom and began undressing him. "Nancy, I don't think we should; oh, okay, that feels good, " he moaned. She had pulled his 6" cock out and started sucking on it, a part of her mind noting that her husband wasn't as long as the young man in their basement. She took half of his member, sucked, pulled back, and then moved forward to take most of the rest of him. "Oh, Nancy, " He began to thrust his hips into her face. After another minute or so of fellating her husband, she pushed him back onto the bed and quickly removed her dress. In an instant, she was upon him. Growling, she angled his hard cock up and slid her wet pussy down onto it. "Yes, " she hissed in pleasure. She was so lubricated that he bottomed out in her on the next thrust. "Yes, yes, yes, " she moaned as she rode him hard. "Wait, hun, I, oh, shit, " Michael thrust up into her and she felt the warm liquidity of his cum shooting inside her. "No, " she moaned as she switched to grinding upon him, trying to get enough stimulation on her clit to orgasm herself. Finally, she felt his member shrink inside her until she could derive no more pleasure from it, and lay down upon him, frustrated. "Sorry," he offered, "I guess it's been a while." 'It's been a while,' not, 'You were just too sexy,' which had been his excuse for cumming quickly when their relationship was still fresh and exciting. She was unable to get him hard again, and so they got ready for sleep. She dreamt of a faceless man on top of her, thrusting his bigger-than-average cock inside her fertile body, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy. Then he leaned forward and she could see Dale staring down at her, his expression a mixture of pleasure and adoration. She started awake and moaned. Even in her dreams, she was denied her orgasm. She was too tired to go downstairs and grab the zucchini again, and so she returned to a fitful sleep.   After breakfast on Monday, Nancy kissed her husband goodbye. Dale quickly headed out for his classes, and she was left all alone. She was tempted to go for the zucchini, but had to prepare for her Gourmand party. An hour later, housewives from the neighborhood gathered to find out about the latest ingenious kitchen gadgets, interesting spice combinations, and savory soup mixes. A couple hours later, after most everyone left, she was writing up the orders when her friend Trish sashayed over. "So how's it going with the new renter?" the tall blonde asked. "Dale? Oh, he's fine, um, I mean it's going fine." Nancy's face reddened. Trish sat at the table across from her and crossed her capri-clad legs. "He Is fine, isn't he? I mean, he isn't a hard body, but youth is its own attraction, isn't it? Once men start getting close to forty, things start getting, droopy." She gave a moue of disappointment. Nancy silently agreed, thinking of Michael's expanding gut. Then she had a moment of concern, Trish had been ogling Dale? She told herself that she was being protective, but wondered if it was something else, something more primal. She shook her head. "Oh, Trish! Did you get tired of that last 'handyman'?" Her friend gave her a toothy grin. "I think I ruined that boy for other women, but he graduated college and is off to wherever now, Texas, I think? God, could he get it up, over and over again. If I wasn't fixed, he'd have knocked me up with a whole litter of rug rats." She sighed, staring into space. Nancy pointedly kept filling out the Gourmand forms. Trish came back to the present. "Oh, speaking of which, how's it going with Michael for baby number one?" Nancy's pen slipped and she had to scratch out her mistake. "We're still trying," she replied noncommittally. "Been a while, huh? What?" Trish counted on her fingers. "Hm, almost a year now? You sure ol' Michael's not shooting blanks?" Nancy slammed her pen down. "Maybe that's none of your business, Trish?" The tall, leggy blonde got up, looking uncomfortable. "Oh, shit, Nance, I'm sorry." Then she hugged her friend around her shoulders. "Forget I said anything, huh?" Nancy nodded, feeling the tears about to start again. Trish broke off the hug and headed for the door. "But don't forget to tell Dale I could use his help around my property! College students need all the extra cash they can get, right?" Nancy waved and thought about it. Dale and that man-eater? She definitely didn't like the thought of that.   When Dale got home, Nancy couldn't get the vision of the young man pleasuring himself out of her head. Had he seen her in her nightie, the sight of her body enough to inspire that level of excitement? Finally, she texted him that she was going out for dinner, and that he would have to fend for himself. When she got back, she realized that she had drunk a little too much again. She had dressed in tight jeans and a nice blouse that showed off her midriff, and several men at the pub had bought her drinks, though of course she only accepted the ones that came straight from the bartender or server. She had never had a Long Island Iced Tea before, and it was now her new favorite, but boy did they go down easy. When bedtime came, she felt alone in her empty marital bed. Come to think of it, she thought, it felt empty even when her husband was there, snoring away beside her. She threw off the covers, donned her robe, and headed down to the living room. She could see Dale's light was on under his door, but she dared not knock on it for fear of what she might do in her current state. She flicked on the light switch and sat down on the couch. Maybe some TV? she thought. Then she heard Dale coming up the basement steps, and what she did next would change their relationship forever. She dropped to the side, laying across the cushions of the couch as if she had fallen asleep there. She told herself that maybe he wouldn't see her lying there, but part of her hoped that he would, and then, ? She closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She heard the slight shuff of Dale's steps approaching on the carpet and then realized that when she laid down, her robe had opened up around her chest and thighs, but it was too late to fix that, she knew he was there now, looking at her. She kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. He was silent. She really wanted to peek, but with the light on, he would notice, wouldn't he? She wanted to hold her breath to hear any sound he made, but knew that she had to keep her breathing soft and even. She heard him shuffle closer. Was he looking at her bare boob? "Nancy?" he whispered softly. She continued to breathe, in, out, "Nancy?" This one was a loud whisper. "Nancy." Not a question; it sounded like he was calling her out. Did he know that she was faking? In for a penny, in for a pound, as her grandmother used to say; she kept her eyes closed. She didn't hear him move, but a shadow fell across her face. She was pretty sure that he had leaned over her, examining her half-naked body. Would he find it disgusting, like her husband? she wondered. Then her face was no longer in shadow. A moment later, she felt the fabric of her robe slipping off of her thighs and hips. He was undressing her! How dare he? She almost sat up to give him a piece of her mind, but the excitement of the forbidden situation made her giddy. He hadn't actually touched her (yet!), just moved her robe. She decided that she would wait to see what would happen. She heard the zipper of his jeans opening, and felt her heart rate increase, the blood rushing through her overheated body. Was he, ? She cracked one eyelid, just a little, making sure to keep her body perfectly still. Dale was standing at the side of the couch, his eyes firmly fixed between her legs. His turgid erection was in his hands, pointed right at her as he quietly wanked himself. She didn't even think. Her mouth was dry, and needed some, liquid. "You need help with that?" she asked as she lifted her head to regard him, smiling. His eyes flicked back to her face. "Uh!" She saw, as if in slow motion, his cock shoot a mighty spurt of semen at her. A moment later, she felt the hot cum splash against the fabric of her sheer panties. "Uh!" A second, smaller blast hit her exposed tit. "Uh!" That one hit her upper thigh. She stared at Dale, his eyes wide in horror at the realization of what he had just done. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He ran for the basement suite door, his jostling member flicking the last drops of his cum everywhere as he went. The Aftermath of a devastating Embarrassment. Nancy lay on the couch, her mind awhirl. Her 19-year-old renter, Dale, had found her there, seemingly asleep, and had pulled out his cock to masturbate while watching her half-naked body. But she had been faking, and when she playfully asked him if he needed some help, he had cum all over her and then ran away back to his basement suite! Her mind in a tipsy, unreal state, she crooked a finger and extracted some of his semen from her tit. The pearlescent substance was still warm. Her mind was teetering between horror and excitement, sticking with a safe curiosity while it decided which way to fall. She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, feeling the viscosity of the boy's forbidden fluid between them. Her pussy was so wet, Then she remembered that Dale's first shot of cum had hit right between her legs, and she sat up to survey "the damage". She gasped when she saw the white stain right on her panty-covered pussy mound, surrounded by a darker stain where his semen had already soaked into the mesh of the undergarment. He couldn't have aimed that better if he had tried! No wonder her puss felt wet; it had been soaked by hot teenage cum! Emergency, excitement, coursing through her. She wasn't on the pill, of course, as she and Michael had been trying for the last year to conceive a child, and there was so much cum soaking into her pussy through the fabric of her panties, why was she just staring at it? She reached down, pulled the front of her panties away from her crotch, and felt her skin cool as Dale's liquid love dried against it. She saw that her vulva was engorged, her vaginal lips open and receptive, she could see that the first spurt of the boy's glistening semen had glazed everything down there, and she was certain that some had actually slipped inside. With that thought, her teetering mind lurched to one side. It was too late to stop this, Dale's sperm was already inside her, she was so horny, she brought her finger down and touched her prominent clitoris, gasping at how sensitive it was. Gotta cum, she told herself, gotta cum, She dipped that finger, still coated with the cum from her tit, between her pussy lips while the fingers of her other hand manipulated her clit. A few seconds later, she arched her back in orgasm as her needy pussy sucked all the sperm off of that finger. "God, " she moaned. The orgasm that she had been denied since the previous night rushed through her, making her curvy body shake in pleasure. Finally, she flopped back down to the cushions, breathing heavily. No longer overwhelmed by the situation, her mind quickly went to work. Everything was fine, as her period was actually due in a few days; there was no chance that she could get pregnant at that time. "Oh, thank God," she sighed, relieved. She grabbed some paper towels and wiped away the rest of Dale's semen from her tit and thigh, though she kept her moist panties on. She rather liked the naughty thought of his sperm pressing into her pudendum, struggling uselessly to fulfill their genetic imperative. Then she re-tied her robe and knocked on Dale's door. There was no answer. She opened it and called down, "Dale?" She heard sniffling, and headed down the stairs. She found him in bed, buried under the covers and crying. "Oh, Dale, " She sat on the bed and put her hand on his trembling form. At her touch, he stilled. She kept her hand there on his shoulder, and a few seconds later he poked his head out. "I'm So sorry!" he blubbered, "I, you were just there, so beautiful, and, and I just, " Her face reddened. "You think I'm beautiful?" He looked at her, distracted from his remorse. "Yeah! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met!" Then his face dropped. "And then I did, that! Oh God, " She took his face in her hands. "Dale, stop." He paused and blinked at her. Assured that she had his full attention now, she continued, "What you did, while really not acceptable, was because you're a hot-blooded teenager. Did you know that the rational part of the male brain doesn't even fully develop until you're, like, 25?" He continued to blink at her. "Really?" "Yeah, google it," she responded. "So I can forgive a one-time mistake, especially since there was no harm done." "Really?" he repeated, hope shining in his eyes. "But I came, all over you, " She blushed and let go of his face. "It's okay. I shouldn't have been half-naked on the couch, so we'll call this a mulligan, to use a golf term, which means you get another shot. Can we just forget this happened?" She held out her hand. He threw the covers off so that he could give it a shake. "Oh, thank you, Nancy, thank you, " She stood up. "Tomorrow's a new day, sweet dreams." Then she headed back to her bedroom. As she hung up her robe, she considered changing into fresh panties, but found that she was horny again from the feeling of Dale's slick cum being absorbed into her skin and between her vaginal lips. She climbed under the covers and then slipped her hand into her panties. She was still very wet, and not only from Dale's semen, she realized. Two fingers pressed between her folds as her other hand massaged one substantial tit. Her boobs were starting to feel sensitive from her oncoming period, so she made sure to be gentle with them. Soon she was pushing three fingers inside herself, which was a little difficult but felt really good. She considered for a moment and then pulled them out. Rubbing those fingers all around her pussy and pubic hair, she gathered the last few drops of Dale's semen and then slid those inside her, ramming her fingers home until she came again at the thrill of pushing more of the handsome boy's forbidden seed inside her. As she fell asleep, she told herself that this was a one-time thing. She woke to the feel of being fucked. Dale was above her, his face blissful, beatific as he gazed down at her with love. She looked at his slim form, at his above-average cock playing peekaboo from inside her pussy as it sawed in and out. "Dale, why, ?" "I love you," Dale replied. "I love you, " She was already nearing another orgasm. "Oh, Dale, we shouldn't." She tried to recall, wasn't she between periods right then, the most dangerous time, or was it safe? It felt hard to think straight. "Oh," Dale moaned as he thrust harder and faster. "Oh," Nancy knew that she had to get him off of her, or she might be carrying his baby instead of her husband's in nine months! At that thought, though, her own orgasm exploded from deep inside her as his cock angled just right and skidded along her G-spot. "Oh! Dale! No!" But her overheated body betrayed her, and she reflexively wrapped her arms and legs about him, making it so that he couldn't have pulled out if he wanted. "No, " she moaned as her body shook, her fertile pussy rippling around his primed cock. "Don't, " "Uh!" Dale grunted and thrust deep inside her. She felt his dangerous cock throb as his first blast of dangerous, sperm-filled cum penetrated her innermost depths. "Oh!" she cried out as her pleasure ramped up upon feeling her ripe body being inseminated. Then she woke up orgasming, her fingers thrusting into her pussy. "Uh! Uh! Oh!" Dale wasn't there. She was both relieved and disappointed. While Dale's sperm would be unsuccessful in their genetic mission due to Nancy's upcoming period, the seed that had been planted in her mind bore fruit. Blissfully, a smile on her face, she fell back to sleep. To be continued in part 2, by Krosis, for Literotica.

durée : 00:58:09 - On va déguster - par : François-Régis Gaudry - La bande de chroniqueurs et de chroniqueuses dresse le bilan gourmand de l'année écoulée et fait le plein de bonnes adresses, de lectures nourrissantes et de recettes alléchantes - invités : Justine Knapp, Laurent Delmas, Zazie Tavitian, Dominique HUTIN - Justine Knapp : Journaliste, Laurent Delmas : Critique français de cinéma, Zazie Tavitian : Chroniqueuse culinaire, Dominique Hutin : Journaliste et œnologue - réalisé par : Lauranne THOMAS

Quelle est ma mission ?Construire une bibliothèque sonore des voix du vignoble.Cette fois, direction les Champagnes de Vignerons.3 candidats, 3 profils : fruité, intense et vif,3 visions, 3 lieux, 3 personnalités.Aujourd'hui, rencontre avec un vigneron coopérateur :Stéphane - Champagne Christian Liébart.Son profil ? Fruité.Me voilà donc de bon matin à Passy-Grigny,en plein cœur de la Vallée de la Marne,terroir du Pinot Meunier.Avec Stéphane, nous avons parlé :de l'évolution des pratiques environnementales,des nouveaux cépages,de l'organisation des vendanges et du commerce,des vins de réserve,et des moments de nature dans les vignes,...et bien plus encore.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Steve Raggiani from the 8it app. We discussed how he got his start in experiential marketing, his experience of building the app and finding their niche in the culinary industry, thinking from the perspective of a hungry New Yorker, how they use the app to build community, and so much more. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

*TBT* Bringing back this Perfume Room gem: Perfume Royality Hilde Soliani, La Regina dei Gourmand//the Queen of Gourmands, is in the Perfume Room today! At first glance, you might say dessert scents are her bread and butter, but Hilde would be quick to tell you that *bread and butter scents* are also her bread and butter. And for that matter, so are her fish, oyster, and cheese fragrances. Her title bears great responsibility, and in Hilde's kingdom, no food group is left behind. We discuss her inspiration, her fragrance philosophy, becoming a perfumer at age 40, and lots of other magical musings along the way. NOV SMELL CLUB THEME = INCENSE GET TIX: incensesmellclub.eventbrite.com FRAGS MENTIONED: Fueguia 1833: Tierra Del Fuego, Ett Hem, Yaken; Hilde Soliani: Hot Milk, Fraaagola Saalaaata, Stelle di Ghiaccio, Eau de Cuisine, Miss Tranchant, Bell'Antonio, Revlon Charlie, YSL Rive Gauche, Roachas Eau de Rochas, YSL Opium, Shiseido Tactics, Hilde Soliani: Buonissimo, Tulipano Rosso, Io, 24.9.11, Ti Amo Iris FOLLOW HILDE: @iltuotulipano @senshilde || www.hildesoliani.com SAVE THE DATES: Dec 5, 2024 and Feb 15, 2025!!

Pour la dernière partie de l'émission, Laurent Mariotte, comme chaque semaine, passe l'invité sur le grill des Bons vivants. Cette semaine, c'est l'acteur et réalisateur Gérard Jugnot, qui est autour de la table. Quel est le goût de votre enfance ? Quels sont les ingrédients que vous avez toujours dans votre frigo ? Ce sont quelques-unes des questions qui sont posées. Aujourd'hui, il nous dévoile la recette de la charlotte aux framboises de sa maman.

durée : 00:23:30 - A Pimbo, découverte d'un nouveau projet gourmand pour tous les goûts - A Pimbo dans les Landes, Le restaurant le « Pimbo gourmand » a changé de main. Céline Agoutborde, la nouvelle gérante, mise sur le fait maison avec des produits locaux pour régaler les gourmands.

Très heureuse de recevoir enfin Ezéchiel au micro de Cité Radieuse ! Je dis « enfin » car nous envisageons d'enregistrer cet épisode depuis plus d'un an rien que ça ! Et puis et puis et puis c'est aujourd'hui et c'est finalement très bien comme ça ! Ezéchiel est journaliste gastronomique depuis plus de dix ans, créateur de la newsletter POMELO et auteur du livre « Marseille un jour sans faim » F-A-I-M dans lequel il déclare dès les premières pages « j'aime Marseille comme un membre de ma famille » ! Il était donc évident que l'on se rencontre ! Bonne écoute ! Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Alexis Sicklick from Syncopated. We discussed her roles at several iconic NYC restaurants and the importance of women-run kitchens, her Nutcracker themed cookbook, how she implements thematic elements and rhythm into her pop-up menus at Syncopated, and so much more. So let's dig in! 

durée : 00:23:25 - Ferm'Envie: 2 magasins fermiers qui participent à Quartier Gourmand à Lescar - Ce samedi aura lieu à Lescar la 7ème édition de Quartier Gourmand, qui met à l'honneur les producteurs locaux.. L'occasion d'y découvrir les 2 magasins fermiers Ferm'Envie de Bizanos et Serres Castet.

Alexandre Bardin est le CEO de Rubypayeur, mais c'est surtout l'une des rares personnes à rendre passionnante la thématique du recouvrement.Un problème qui touche toutes les entreprises, et qui est responsable d'un quart des faillites !En effet, les impayés représentent plus de 56 milliards d'euros par an en France.Alexandre Bardin a découvert le sujet alors qu'il faisait face à des difficultés de paiement avec sa première société - Être Gourmand.Cette plateforme dédiée à la vente de produits alimentaires a mis la clé sous la porte en raison des retards de paiement de ses clients B2B.À cette occasion, Alexandre a découvert à quel point il était fastidieux de faire appel à des sociétés de recouvrement classiques.En créant la plateforme Rubypayeur en 2019, il a réinventé le secteur avec un concept innovant, le recouvrement communautaire.Le site se présente sous la forme d'un annuaire de sociétés classique, mais qui recense aussi les créances et les factures impayées de chacune d'elles afin de leur donner une note de solvabilité. Tout le monde peut y avoir accès, d'autant que les gros efforts mis en SEO par Alexandre placent ses fiches entreprises en bonne position dans Google.Pour recouvrer une facture impayée grâce à Rubypayeur, la procédure se déroule 3 étapes.Lors de la phase amiable, Rubypayeur contacte le débiteur par tous les moyens possibles et lui explique que ce retard de paiement sera affiché dans l'annuaire sans réponse de sa part. À l'issue de cette phase, 70% des factures sont payées et Rubypayeur prend une commission de 10% du montant, uniquement en cas de succès.La deuxième phase est une procédure judiciaire avec un injonction de payer.Et la troisième est le recouvrement forcé avec une saisie directe sur les comptes bancaires de la société débiteuse.Toutes ses étapes sont gérables depuis un espace digital en quelques clics. Si la société fondée par Alexandre Bardin a dû affronter la foudre de ses concurrents dans ses premières années d'existence, elle a finalement révolutionné tout un secteur. Alexandre a réussi l'exploit de s'attaquer à un problème d'utilité publique et de nous y intéresser

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Reid Webster from Bad Larry's. We discussed how Bad Larry's started with an epic pizza party in Central Park, how he keeps a fun and lighthearted brand while also honing his techniques as a chef, the camaraderie and community of the pop-up scene in New York, and so much more. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

We're joined on the pod today by none other than Father Sal. As you know, dear listener, Father Sal doesn't actually live in Los Angeles, but when he does visit our city, which happens often, he always comes prepared with the most thorough itineraries humankind has ever seen. If planning were an Olympic sport, Father Sal would take home gold, silver, bronze, and perhaps even the cutest leotard award. As a gesture of our goodwill to you, dear listener, we're going to talk today about how to craft the perfect itinerary when visiting LA or when hosting out-of-town visitors. He'll walk me through his latest plans, and I'll critique them from a culinary perspective to make sure he's not taking just another basic bitch visit to LA, but really getting into the guts of what makes  our city's food great right now. Consider this the Gourmand's Guide to Visiting or Hosting Visitors in LA.  We're also joined today by a restaurant owner who has been a very vocal voice in recent conversations on the tough times restaurants have been having of late. You may have seen her piece in The LA Times breaking down where every cent of a dollar goes once you've spent it at a restaurant. It's Heather Sperling of Botanica in Silver Lake and, honestly, this was such a fascinating conversation, I had to break it up into 2 parts. Today, we'll be hearing about the path that led her to opening Botanica, and next week we'll dive into the nitty gritty of owning and operating a restaurant in LA's rather draconian regulatory environment. Heather actually worked in food media for a long time, and today's portion of the interview includes some great insights on what we're losing as the food media universe continues to hemorrhage dollars and therefore journalists.  Helpful links: Our free newsletter LA FOODSTACK https://thelacountdown.substack.com/ Botanica https://botanicarestaurant.com/ Heather Sperling on IG https://www.instagram.com/heathersper/?hl=en This episode of The LA Food Podcast was produced with the help of: Adam Skaggs Tiffany Perez Tim Bertolini -- Get 10% off on all purchases at House of Macadamias with the code "LAFOOD" https://www.houseofmacadamias.com/pages/la-foods -- Get 10% off your first order of wagyu beef at First Light Farms using the code "LAFOOD10" https://www.firstlight.farm/us/ --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/thelafoodpodcast/support

On today's episode of Gourmand, we sat down with Vero and Tessa from YESBABE. We discussed how they both got their start in the industry, how YESBABE became both the name of their brand and their guiding mantra, how they honor heirloom recipes and curate experiences through their events, and so much more. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Grayson Samuels from Guest Check. We discussed their experience working in bakeries in NYC, how they experiment with seasonal produce and savory influences to develop unique pastry flavors, the role of pop-ups and micro bakeries in the NYC food scene, and so much more. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

This week on Rising Giants, Chef Nak, Rotanak Ros, is back for her second podcast with us. She is the pioneer in her field aiming to bring and elevate the vibrant flavors and cultural heritage of Cambodia to the world stage! Her second cookbook, SAOY, Royal Cambodian Home Cuisine, was recently named 'The Best Cookbook In The World' by the prestigious Gourmand Award in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia on November 28th, 2023, it's like winning an 'Oscar' in the food industry! She also discusses with us about the successful launch of her luxury homestay, a home away from home that allows people the opportunity to immerse themselves in wonderful flavors, surrounded by traditional Cambodian architecture. Chef Nak: https://www.chefnak.com/ SAOY: https://www.amazon.com/SAOY-Royal-Cambodian-Home-Cuisine/dp/9924966317 Follow RG on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠TikTok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: @risinggiantsfm Catch our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠full videos on YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: @risinggiantsfm All RG links: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://linktr.ee/risinggiantsfm

Nous rencontrons Marie Williams, la co-propriétaire de la boulangerie-pâtisserie Le Péché Gourmand, ouverte depuis maintenant 12 ans à Creswick, près de Ballarat, dans le Victoria. Marie et Paul Williams servent les classiques populaires en Australie, comme les croissants et la tarte au citron, mais aussi des spécialités régionales moins connues ici, comme le gâteau basque et la brioche vendéenne.

We speak with David Lane about his new book with Taschen, ‘The Gourmand's Lemon'. Then: ‘Troublemakers', a new title from Tokyo that tells the stories of misfits, and beautiful essays in music on ‘You Spin Me Round'. Plus: Do You Read Me, the Berlin magazine shop we love. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On this week's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Shom Mazumder from Ego Death. We discussed his take on New Immigrant cuisine, the intricacies of closed loop kitchens, the intersection of food and his academic interests, and so much more. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Grace Model from Cicada. We discussed her journey of working in restaurants all over the country, her process of highlighting Mid-Atlantic cuisine and all its deliciousness, her use of nostalgia when building her menus, the vision for her future restaurant, and so much more. So let's dig in! This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

On today's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Eduardo Cuenca from Arroces Street Paella. We discussed the crazy story of him starting his pop-up, his mentorship and collaborations in the culinary world, how he creates community and a celebratory experience at his events, and so much more. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

On today's episode of Diet Starts Tomorrow, Lauren walks Emily through her recent alcohol epiphanies and quandaries. First there was boy sobriety.. Now is it just regular sobriety? Is it possible to still feel hungover when you're alcohol free? What's going on here?! Then, the two review a recent article from HighSnobiety “Eating With Our Noses: On Gourmand Perfumes, Diet Culture & The Danger Of Smelling Sweet” by Alexandra Pauly. Is it coincidence that perfumes which smell like food are popular again just like in the early 2000's when diet culture was ablaze? Something isn't passing the literal smell test here. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this week's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Isabel Lee from Forsyth Fire Escape. We discussed the origins of their iconic scallion pancake burrito, their experience selling burritos from their fire escape during the midst of the pandemic, and their transition and expansion to their current space in Olly Olly Market. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).

In this week's episode of Gourmand, I sat down with Lauren Tran from Bánh by Lauren. We discussed her work as a pastry chef and her unique niche of classic French and Vietnamese baked goods. Lauren also gave us  an exclusive look into their brick and mortar coming soon to Chinatown. So let's dig in!  This episode uses Royalty Free Music - (Music: www.bensound.com).