I'm carefully tracing a cake tin on a piece of parchment paper. I cut out the circle and place it inside the tin, then smear butter over the paper, guiding it with torn butter-wrapper foil. I don't like this part; I'm not a precise person, I like to...

Last week there was a photoshoot in my kitchen for a magazine. The space was glistening  - the morning sun sparkling on cue, the surfaces freshly scrubbed clean, my hair was fluffy, new shoes on. The photographer shifted as the sun moved through the room, searching for the...

Blueberries for Sal My kitchen smells like curry and simmering blueberries. It's a surprisingly nice combination: masala, turmeric and coconut in one pot, jammy blueberries in another, wafting up and melding into one. I like it so much I add a pinch of cardamom to the...

Sunshine blaster. That's me. When I was a kid my mom used to say things like, 'Hop up and help me in the kitchen.' I'd roll my eyes thinking, what kind of kid hops up to help? She also used to sing from the bottom of the...

Bahahahaha! This is how Luisa Brimble laughs online when audio just isn't available. She might throw in a boompow! emoji, or a lightening bolt, or a big fat heart - whatever it takes to express her unbridled enthusiasm for others and their efforts. When I was a...

How often do you do it? Today we picked raspberries from a neighbour's garden. Their raspberry canes twist and turn up and over wooden fencing that's held them in place for generations. There are so many they just can't keep up. They are raspberried out. So we picked...

Below is the story as told to me by my mother the day after her 50th wedding anniversary party. My parents were married in the morning, so my sisters and I hosted a morning brunch for them, in the spirit of their wedding. We served 'pigs...

Toast & Latte. That’s what we call it. My friend Andrea makes me a latté using an Italian espresso maker she found in a charity shop. Yellow mug for me, blue cup for her. She slices bread, usually from a huge wheel of sourdough, puts the slices in...

"Every post should be a gift. Scrap it if there are too many I's or Me's." -Tamsin Carvin of @tamsinstable This quote is just one of the many gems I scribbled in my notebook at the Gathering I attended in Australia last month. Sophie Hansen of Local...

Dragon Bowls and Mint-Green Jeans The other day I went on a little road trip to the south shore of Nova Scotia, in search of second hand treasures at Guy's Frenchys with my friend Hillary (a true shark of a shopper).  Frenchys - a second hand...

This lovely lady is a Belted Galloway. I met her in Gingkin, NSW, after we had butternut squash soup just up the hill with her owners, Amanda and Gerard. I keep staring at this image - the wet nose, slicked with molasses, the glistening afternoon light, her...

Last weekend I was in NYC for the Cherry Bombe Jubilee, a one-day conference celebrating women in food. Women from all over the world are pulled together on this day to share their stories, eat, mingle, learn and network. I’ve written about it before here and here. It’s...

What do you think about when you daydream?  Sometimes questions flow in an interview that I would never ask a person, let alone someone I had just met minutes before. But interviews create a sense of urgency. You want to capture the essence of a person,...