Joanna Van Mulder

With her chic, casual approach to vegetable-forward 
cooking, self-taught chef and naturopath Angèle Ferreux-Maeght 
is waking Parisians up to a new way of eating. 


August 03, 2017

The line is short this morning at the greengrocer A La Bonne Ménagère (The Good Housewife—7-8 Rue Daguerre, 75014). That’s because it’s August and it’s hot; most of Paris emptied out last weekend for a monthlong holiday, clogging the autoroutes from here 
to Saint-Tropez. So today on the rue Daguerre, a cobbled pedestrian market street 
in Montparnasse on the 
Left Bank where cart-toting shoppers usually dodge chalkboard menu easels, the organic fruit-and-vegetable vendor, Monsieur Benayed, 
has extra time for gossiping with longtime neighbor Angèle Ferreux-Maeght.

“It’s like 
a little village here,” says the 30-year-old chef and founder of La Guinguette d’Angèle, her rapidly expanding, produce-centric food company. “The owner of the wine shop married the butcher’s daughter across the street. The hairdresser’s dating the music shop guy. The two rival florists are now in love.” 


Ferreux-Maeght, who grew up on the close-knit rue Daguerre and now has her atelier in her family compound, is leaving 
for a break soon, too. To catch up with city friends and family before they all disperse, she’s hosting lunch in the courtyard. The menu reads like an itinerary of her anticipated stops in the coming weeks. Pillowy sweet potato gnocchi drizzled 
with pine nut–herb sauce suggests Italy, the first leg of vacation. The rest—virgin pastis, petits farcis (stuffed vegetables), a tart topped with fragrant berries from A La Bonne Ménagère—owes an obvious debt to her next stop, the Côte d’Azur, where she lived until the age of five and still visits every summer. 


Her vegetable-leaning cooking (she’s not a purist) has its roots in the kitchen garden of 
a Grasse farm, near Nice, where she spent 
her earliest years.

“My bohemian parents wanted us to experience the importance 
of nature,” she says. Ferreux-Maeght is the great-granddaughter of the legendary art dealer Aimé Maeght, and the farmhouse was near Fondation Maeght, the modern art museum he opened in 1964. “We didn’t have electricity or running water, but we used to play in the Miró fountains.” 


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 Joanna Van Mulder

Coming from art-world royalty on her mother’s side and film on her father’s (Benoît Ferreux starred in Louis Malle’s Murmur of the Heart), Ferreux-Maeght nevertheless chose her own path. The first stirrings of a gourmet wellness lifestyle came in 2006 when she was studying at the French American International School in San Francisco. The city’s liberal tech culture was the initial draw, but she was soon taken with its eco-consciousness as well. When the trained naturopath and self-taught chef launched her Paris catering company in 2013, most Parisians still saw a meal without meat as a form of deprivation. But her colorful menu was a megahit with designer clients such as Schiaparelli, Christian Louboutin and Isabel Marant, and she opened a chic takeaway counter in the Place des Victoires fashion district in 2015, followed last year by 
a cookbook, a line of healthy snacks and a tea salon in the 
11th arrondissement, a hub for the capital’s young entrepreneurs. Ferreux-Maeght also consults for Alain Ducasse, whose eponymous restaurant in Paris’s Hôtel Plaza Athénée earned three Michelin stars for its menu focused around vegetables, grains and sustainable seafood. And, a few days from now, while she’s swimming in the Mediterranean, she’ll add TV to her 
résumé when she debuts as the face of Aux Racines de la Longévité, a new French series about wellness and longevity. 


So how does a successful Parisian caterer run her own party? It’s more laid-back than you’d think. The chef is still stuffing tomatoes, zucchini and onions in her cheery blue-and-white kitchen when girlhood pal Aimie Ferry-Sauvaire arrives and helps herself to a glass of iced “pastis,” infused with star anise, fennel seeds and licorice root. Ferry-Sauvaire, an international project manager at L’Oréal, is pregnant, so the nonalcoholic apéro is especially appreciated. She moved home from China two years ago to raise her own family on 
the rue Daguerre, and she’s noticed a new bounty of vegetarian, vegan and gluten-free dishes across Paris, from neighborhood bistros to bastions of haute cuisine.

“People used to look at 
me like I was crazy when I ate a tofu steak,” she says. Another guest, food writer Valentine Oudard, agrees: “Two or 
three years ago, eating this way seemed excessive. Now there’s a natural food store—an épicerie bio—on every corner.” 


Before the meal, Ferreux-Maeght totes a basket into the garden courtyard to harvest nasturtiums, thyme blossoms and pansies. “I put flowers in my food, on the table, in my hair. 
It’s completely wild,” she says. She wants her get-together to be just as beautiful and carefree. According to this caterer, 
a party done right is about good food that makes you feel good, but “it’s also the vibe. People need to be able to say what they want, to sing, to dance, to leave, to flirt without shame. I want my guests to feel free.”