My name is Lilou Sticks and for the moment, I have nowhere to call home.

So everyday, I read, take pictures, watch films, eat cinnamon buns and cookies, go to museums, drink blue water, walk, I walk a lot, a whole lot, look at mirrors, listen to music, touch fabrics, taste and smell everything around me.

This is how I am trying to remember where I come from.

If you feel the same way I do, let’s try to find our homes together.

Sunday, 14 November 2010

A chicken for Lilou

My friend made me this recipe video, and I thought it would be a good idea to share it with everyone. You won't like it if you don't like chicken. You won't like it if you don't like butter. And you will only half like it if you don't like cinnamon. I like chicken, butter and cinnamon. I tried the recipe this weekend, but I burned the chicken. I got a bit distracted and forgot to turn it over. Then an alarm went off in the house and a gentleman dressed in red popped his head in my window and asked if I was alright. I told him, I just burned the chicken. He said:
We get a lot of those.
I said:
I'm sorry to hear that.


  1. Pourquoi tu n'écris plus régulièrement Lilou ?

  2. I am traveling ! I have lots and lots to tell you !