So. Where to start…? At the beginning I suppose. My fascination for food started when I was young. My Mum and Dad are and always have been great cooks. I was endlessly spoiled with wholesome home-cooked meals and baked treats, often made with fresh produce grown by the family.
My culinary journey started with harvesting potatoes on the family farm during school holidays; shelling peas and dusting the soil from freshly pulled carrots at my grandparents house; picking sweet strawberries and rubescent tomatoes from our garden; pleasuring in peach pie made from the fruit which hung outside our sun-drenched dining room.
Meals were always enjoyed around the table as a family. Processed food was essentially a foreign concept (or at the very least, a novelty enjoyed very occasionally). Milestones were celebrated with beautiful banquets and wonderful company. Even now, when visiting my parents up north, the days are played out around our ritual morning coffee, lavish lunches, and long dinners.
I am thankful for all these things as collectively they form my roots and everything that I stand for today – food made with love, to be enjoyed with those you love. And of course, simple, fresh flavours made with seasonal, locally-grown produce.