This blog began life in LA where my husband and I lived until three years ago (in Hollywood, a short walk from the Hollywood Bowl and the odd mountain lion) 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 childhood growing up in Devon, wearing foxgloves on my fingers in lieu of nail varnish and being made to eat the warm sloppy yoghurt produced by our goats.
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.
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