Unsheathed from its special box - Japanese steel, sworled and beautiful... and there! The pumpkin cubes easily, orange blocks forming a chopping-board city. Shush shush shush, the mushrooms fall into slivers which are scraped into the baking tray atop the pumpkin, and zucchini pieces topple in too, green-backed moons. Top and tail beetroots, the whiskered … Continue reading Dinner
to go home and cook dinner or to sit with my friend this unconcerned shade the netting pyramid covering camembert and Ritz biscuits and finely sliced pickled onion kambucha fridge cold the luxury of a sweating glass kids in eternal natter and splatter occupying the pool she brings out cooling ties for our necks and … Continue reading evening lazies
My Mum is on a particular diet which makes eating out more challenging than for other people. As a result, I don't remember often going out to restaurants or even cafes as a child. Restaurants were only for special occasions like birthdays. I don't think we ever got take-away. Now that I am a mother, … Continue reading Childhood Food
My mood is like a lung - the in and out of it. Some days it's all like nails down a blackboard - screeching and impossible. It's the sheer amount of work to be done. Cooking, schooling, cleaning, chickens, garden, shopping... it rolls on and on, ignoring the arms of the clock. Imagine if I … Continue reading The Essential Ingredient
Out of the Cave 