Jump to recipe Last night, as the moon made its way across the ink sky, I shared dinner, fireside, outdoors, with a friend. Anna made me Ottolenghi’s trout tartare with cumin burnt butter and pistachios. I made dessert. Brought a bottle of wine. But what was so special about this meal is that […]
Jump to recipe Seated on a cushion on the floor, my jeans too rigid to allow me to cross my legs, I lit my candle and called myself into the room. With my gaze low I took in the petals placed with reverence for the space on the bare wooden floor. A free flowing pink […]
Someone told me, never cook for love. Food isn’t love. It’s fuel. Don’t give your energy away in your cooking. Keep your energy. Keep your love, for yourself. I entirely disagree. Food for me is so many things. It’s creative. It’s historical. It tells a story. Tells of place. Sparks memories. It creates community and […]
The first man to break my heart isn’t the one you think. His name was Peter. The first time we met, he gave me a box of chocolates. I was embedded in my red cotton beanbag, cemented to the patterned eighties carpet, watching something on the TV, Top of the Pops maybe, which was housed […]