Nobody tells you about the calm after the storm when cooking for a large group. Every day of Camp Fleurish the women would descend into the kitchen right around 12:20 with the same inquisitive voices : “What’s for lunch chef"?”
First of all, I have never been called “chef” in my LIFE so the first time one of the women said it I kind of squealed. Anyway, the group would file in and make their plates from the spread I composed and then shuffle off to different parts of the chateau to enjoy their lunch.
Finally taking a breath for the first time in 2 hours, I would usually stand in front of the fan and sip on my mint tea with two weak ice cubes after lunch was served. Then as I began unloading the dishwasher, people would start to come back into the kitchen. It was the quiet sounds of more pasta salad being spooned onto plates and women saying “oh I just had to come back for seconds” that were the quiet victories for me.
The highest form of flattery was the question : “Can I please get your recipe for this?”
And my ego was incredibly stroked by the end of the week when one of the gals asked if I had a cookbook. It was time for me, my inflated ego, and dirty aprons to head back to Paris.
While I don’t have a cookbook, I do have a beautiful community of readers here so I thought I would begin with recreating some of the biggest hits from the week.
So I figured we’d start with the crowd favorite.
It has a bit of a mouthful of a name—Hot Honey Peach Caprese Pasta Salad—but trust me, it’s one of those recipes you’ll make once and then keep on repeat all summer long.
During Camp Fleurish, Europe was in the middle of a brutal heatwave. Every day hovered around 100°F (38°C), and after spending hours in the kitchen, the last thing anyone wanted was anything heavy.
Instead, I leaned into dishes that felt refreshing while still being filling. I wanted lunches that celebrated the incredible produce we had available—sweet peaches, ripe tomatoes, fragrant basil—while giving everyone enough substance to fuel the afternoon.
Pasta salads are one of my favorite ways to do exactly that.
They somehow feel both comforting and refreshing at the same time.
I actually remade this recipe a few nights ago back in Paris after another sweltering day, and I loved it just as much. It’s perfect for dinner on a hot evening when you’re craving pasta but don’t necessarily want a traditional warm pasta dish.

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