Two weeks slipped by so easily between posts. So now I'm making space to reflect which is something we don't do enough in the bu...

You can't make old friends. It takes years to become one. On Saturday night I celebrated the fortieth birthday of my dear long time ...

If you've read my  about  page you will know that I thank my great grandmother, Emily Rowe, for fostering in me a love of cooking...

One of the things I love about spending time with friends in their home is cooking and sharing recipes. Meals that seem a bit eve...

I feel lucky to have married a fisherman who regularly comes home with dinner fresh from the sea. Last night the veggie patties in the ...

This post has nothing to do with the television program of the same title, it was just a sneaky way for me to name the post and veer slig...

Two of my beautiful friends are grieving following the deaths of people they love. I have unintentionally become an 'expert' on...

We left the coast for a day and headed inland to farewell friends who are moving north with their young family to live on acreage a...

We are still enjoying our Byron Bay bliss. On Sunday I asked our dear friend David, who we stay with each year, if I could invite some fr...

Six women, a newborn, a toddler and a preschooler, we gathered in a local cafe by the sea for morning tea to celebrate a friend's bir...

River requested I make Mette's apple pie to take for dessert when we were having dinner at a friend's hous...

These blooms have graced my benchtop this week. The bunch was put together and delivered to my door last sunday by the very talented Melanie...