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In my garden of Eden
Vegetable patches can be surprisingly social places. Ours is especially so as it is in our front garden. These days I spend time in the mornings and evenings pottering about. It is fun to inspect all the changes taking place. While I am out there, I get to wave to neighbours driving by. It is common for our immediate neighbours to stroll over for a chat. More →
Cooking a stock to die for
I love nothing more than the good hubble bubble of making stock. As I drop in my chicken carcasses and twigs of this and that herb I wonder whether I was a witch in a previous life. It is so comforting to fill the kitchen with stream and promising aromas. More →
Healthy school lunch hits home
My brother puts an apple in his kids’ lunches in case an adult ever checks. He told me he renews the apple every 10,000km. School lunches can be a bit hit and miss in our house, too. I have good days and bad days. I’d clearly hit a good patch this week. More →
Cook’s corner
If you care about flavour, family meals, nutrition, your budget and a sustainable food culture – this is your book. Jude Blereau’s desire to feed both heart and soul manifests itself in these meticulously researched and tested recipes. No one could ever accuse Jude of being shallow or lacking in passion. More →
Hug in a bowl
The name risotto dances off the tongue and gives you a bounce in your step just by saying it – risotto.
This is the full breast of all rice dishes. Warm, smooth and deeply comforting.
Take out the homemade organic stock that you have squirreled away in your freezer.
Get ready to let time stand still – More →
Celebrate life with cake
Four weeks after having spinal surgery my daughter baked a chocolate cake. It wasn’t easy – she needed me and some industrial pain killers – but bake she did. Some people find their passion early in life; my daughter found cake. In fact some of her first words were “yummy yums”. I remember dropping her at her grandparents when she was three. It was my birthday and I was off shopping. More →
Ask more questions
There was a fuss at the markets the other day. It started when my friend Jen asked a stallholder where the oranges came from. The woman exploded with exasperation. “Everybody wants to know something Where’s this from? Where’s that from? People think I’ve got nothing to do but answer questions all day.” More →
I forgot how to feed myself
It is a humbling day when you realise you can’t feed yourself. No, I haven’t had a stroke or any health crisis. I am staring at a vegetable garden and I don’t recognise the plants. This happened to me earlier this year when an organic vegetable patch was installed – yes, installed in my garden. Not recognising the plants was just the first shock. Harvest time was the second More →
