The smell of tomato plants always reminds me of my Nanna. As I brush my hand over their leaves and bring them to my nose I am a little girl once again, in the backyard of their garden, under the clothesline where the cherry tomatoes grew up the trellis against the fenc...

Where does the inspiration for a meal come from for you?

Every morning, I open the fridge door to jars full of jams, chutneys and pickles. They sit proudly amongst a bowl full of figs that were picked only days earlier from the fruit laden tree a couple of doors down. A...

In the pantry on the third shelf sits a container that is more often than not filled with some sort of home baked goodies. It just feels right when that container is full, a quick sweet treat to have at hand, especially when visitors pop around, it's always lovely to h...

 My eyes were drawn to an open cardboard carton that sat on the workbench beside our front door. I had just arrived home and my first thought was that Ben had forgotten to take it down to the recycling bin. It wasn't until I peeked into it that I realised, with an audi...

We whispered to one another as we ducked and weaved our way through the cherry trees, branches hanging low, laden with glistening ruby red gems. We were not only looking for those perfectly ripe dangling cherries but we were also keeping a close look out for the fair...

At times it begins with a thought; an idea starts to form in my mind. It may have been something I had read, smelt or tasted and in some cases it comes about from having a few egg whites leftover, a small amount of sour cream sitting in the fridge or I just generally h...