Stories

Food has always been how I make sense of the world.

Every place I've visited, every person who's left a mark on me, every childhood afternoon spent at a flour dusted kitchen table, they've all found their way into my baking somehow. A spice discovered in a market in Palestine or Syria. A technique watched over someone's shoulder in a tiny café in Bordeaux. A recipe written in ounces in my mother's handwriting.

This is where I share those stories. The people, the places, the flavours and the memories that keep finding their way back to me. I'm endlessly curious about other cultures, about the traditions woven into what people eat and how they share it, and about what it means to carry a little piece of somewhere with you long after you've come home.

Some of these stories come with recipes. All of them come with love.