These are the type of simple summer breakfasts that I dream about in the dead of winter. How lovely it is to be barefoot outside in a shady nook of the garden, nibbling on the ripest fruits that the season has to offer. Here are raspberries, apricots, a crusty ficelle—a thin baguette which translates to string in French—and a semi-aged Boucheron goat cheese.
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