I didn’t grow up eating trifle. We lived in the South when I was little, so my mom folded southern classics into our holiday repertoire: pecan pie, lemon chess pie, chocolate chess pie… and they became our traditions. For me, a trifle was something my...

Welcome to Part Two of Side Dishes, The Food Podcast mini series exploring the Flavours of Home. In this episode, Australian writer Maggie MacKellar shares the flavours of her home on a Tasmanian merino wool sheep farm. Maggie begins with thoughts on...

These are the most important things in your home, my grandfather used to say. We have a bright red front door and a big kitchen table, but our bed was the pits. So with my grandfather in mind, last month we bought a new one. After a few weeks...

A chef I follow recently tweeted: STOP PUTTING A 9,000 WORD STORY ABOUT YOUR GRANDMOTHER IN FRONT OF YOUR RECIPE. NOBODY CARES. ALL I WANT IS THE BREAD FLOUR RATIO FOR BAGELS. GRANNY'S TRIP TO THE NEWARK COUNTRY FAIR IN 1922 HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT...

Uber Eats and the Demise of the TEAM  This was our television when I was a kid. Except the dial on our Sony Trinitron was higher up on the right hand side; I remember this because eventually it broke (from little sisters turning channels really fast) and we...

"I know, I'll make cookies!" When we first viewed our house before buying it, I lingered in the cozy little kitchen, trying not to look too hard at the owner's cookbook collection on the shelves above the washing machine. But I couldn't help myself; there was a life story...

Thursday afternoon:  My hair smells like a bonfire. I spent the morning on the edge of the Bay of Fundy foraging for periwinkles. We had to pull shells away from the rocks as quickly as possible -  the tide, the highest and fastest in the world, was...

Welcome to Side Dishes, The Food Podcast mini series exploring the Flavours of Home. We begin the series with a letter from Flore Vallery-Radot, or Flo, a French- Australian photographer, filmmaker, entrepreneur, workshop host, mother, wife, beekeeper and passionate cook. I asked Flo to tell me about...

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...