Discovering Buffalo at Oakley’s Farm
Every now and then, you cook something that makes you pause mid-bite. That’s exactly what happened the first time I tried buffalo from Oakley’s Farm. I went in curious — I came out completely converted….
Every now and then, you cook something that makes you pause mid-bite. That’s exactly what happened the first time I tried buffalo from Oakley’s Farm. I went in curious — I came out completely converted….
Every now and then, you taste something you’ve been cooking and think, oh no. Too salty, too sweet, a bit sharp, or just… not quite right. It happens to everyone, and it doesn’t mean the…
One of the quiet lessons cooking teaches you is to slow down and pay attention. Tasting as you go sounds obvious, but it’s something we often forget when we’re distracted, hungry, or just trying to…
Some of my favourite meals start with no plan at all. Just opening the fridge, seeing what’s there, and letting the kitchen decide. It’s a kind of cooking that feels relaxed and forgiving, especially after…
Some days, cooking isn’t about hunger at all. It’s about standing at the stove with nothing much happening, letting the evening gently unravel while something simmers away in front of you. No rush, no plan…
There’s a lot of noise around the New Year about becoming a “new you.” New habits, new rules, new expectations. But when it comes to cooking, I’ve always felt January doesn’t need a reset —…
There are some recipes that ask you to rush, and others that gently insist you slow down. Beef brisket is very much the second kind. It’s the sort of dish that rewards patience, fills the…
When I think about cooking at Christmas, I don’t remember recipes or timings — I remember being small, probably under someone’s feet, watching everything happen from the edge of the kitchen. I was born in…
There’s something almost magical about turning a handful of bright red cranberries into a glossy, sweet-tart sauce that feels like holiday comfort in a spoon. This week I finally shared the video for my Homemade…
There’s something strangely soothing about coming home after one of those long, nonstop days and stepping into the kitchen. The moment I step into the kitchen and put a pot on the stove, everything seems…