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.
Now I write because I love writing. Food is more of an add-on, or as someone more articulate than me said, a portal. I also have an allotment, from which you can probably deduce that I’m back in England. And of course I now miss LA.
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