This blog began life in LA during a period of intense homesickness and was an attempt by me to connect with my surreal surroundings; an Englishwoman living in a world without pavements. Food, what was growing around me and what I ended up cooking and writing about became a way to remain sane. It also reconnected me to my past as a rather feral child growing up in Devon and wearing foxgloves on my fingers in lieu of nail varnish.
I now have an allotment, from which you can probably deduce that I’m back in England. I have become an ardent gardener and general outdoor person, with a permanent farmer’s tan. The first time I grew garlic was my eureka moment, and from then on I have become evangelical (tiresome) about growing. I don’t use anything so I suppose I am organic, and this makes it all the more unpredictable and interesting, with failures and gluts and life happening naturally all around me. I would rather be there than anywhere else most days.
I am not a trained chef. I did however spend a year cooking for an Italian count and contessa in Venice when I was 19 and it is a culinary education that has lasted me to this day; a pear is dessert and nothing beats a good homemade stock.
Thank you for visiting.
All photos are my own unless otherwise stated