That Anxious Welsh Chef

Now I dread to think just how many weddings I have worked over the years. It has to be a staggeringly large number considering that was pretty much all I did in my first kitchen job. Weddings I have attended as a guest? Not nearly as many. In fact before last summer I hadn’t been…

For T From a Bristol November, To a Bristol forever. Not a single book in common. So odd. Two hoovers. Too many saucepans. That slow cooker. Best fifteen quid, I ever spent. The plants in the window. The jug with the bees. Letters in the rack. Magnets on the fridge. Photos. Tongues out. Smile. Kiss.…

This is a fun and super easy little recipe that has become one of me and T’s meat free Monday regulars. The walnut takes on a wonderful chorizo like flavour so you definitely don’t miss the meat. Ingredients 1 Onion Some garlic ( with your hearts people, with your hearts) 500g Walnuts 1 tbsp Smoked…

Aka A Catalogue of Ridiculous Injuries Category is things Becky says… “I’m really clumsy so I work with knives and fire all day.” That’s a top five answer easy! Yes I’m a clumsy girl. I was always the kid with scabby knees. I once punched myself in the face drinking a glass of water. You…

I am very pleased to kick off my new Chef in the Spotlight feature. A big thank you to the wonderful Louis for being my very first interviewee. Name: Louis Harris Age:22 Current position:Chef De Partie Before we get started what are you drinking? Chai Tea And how are you? I’m really good. The sun…

I’m very excited to announce that I’m working on a brand new series. Look out for my first Chef in the Spotlight feature coming soon! Can’t wait to share it with everyone.

But the greengrocer is my favourite. You see I love doing real old fashioned food shopping. I have done ever since I was small. I think when I was small the sticks of Panda liquorice and aniseed balls from Peaches the greengrocer may have had something to to with it. There’s a wonderful sense of…

**trigger warning for violence** **content warning for graphic description of a panic attack** Have you ever hidden? Scared. Frightened of your brain. As it crashes through itself. Rampaging, Rummaging through the cupboard. Throwing the contents aside. It has that dangerous glint. As it demands. What’s this? Just a trip to the cinema, You stammer. After…

Tired. Monday. Bedroom. Bathroom. Bus. Food bank. Shelves bare. Cupboards barer. Coffee. Despair. Deliveries. Donations. Happiness. Boxes. Finished. Breathe my darling. Breathe. Step outside The street, The houses. See the dandelions. Smell the washing powder. The world is still turning. Hope.

“Pass the chimichurri” comes the cry from down the table. Over the steak, the lamb, the chicken, the sausages, past the coal baked potatoes, the roasted beetroots, the asparagus and broccoli, the salad, that were all growing less than an hour ago. The chimichurri is duly passed. Full of the food, the sunshine, the joys…