15/11/2025
When people hear 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬, they often smile, assuming it’s a cheeky play on words. But the truth is, it has nothing to do with the expression “pardon my French.”
It actually goes back to my student days in China, when a French friend (coucou Hugo!) once told me I had an “accent des îles”… an island accent. 😂
However, the name isn’t about my accent; it’s a little apology for my very first attempts at French baking.
I’m not French, I’m not professionally trained, and in the beginning, I definitely wasn’t confident. I was just a Mauritian girl in Perth, teaching herself to make canelés in a tiny home kitchen while her kids napped. Each batch was a mix of trial, error, and a whole lot of heart.
The name became a gentle reminder (and maybe a little apology) for not being perfect, but trying anyway.
A nod to my love for French pastries, and to the courage it takes to learn something new from scratch.
Because while I may not be a native French speaker, my treats speak the language of passion, patience, and a deep respect for tradition.
