Sneak Peak
At the beginning of this year, somewhere in the backseat of my painstaking optimism, I imagined I would be placing the final golden touches on this next book by March, pages exhaling, recipes perfected, the whole thing ready to step into the world with a beautiful certainty.
March is tomorrow...
And well, she is still barefoot. Flour on its cheek. Half-wild and talking back to me.
Somewhere between school runs, teaching, client calls, consults, early morning edits, and the beautiful chaos of motherhood and business intertwined, I’ve learned (again) that creation does not respond to calendars. Like a woman, she moves in cycles.
So rather than rushing her toward a finish line she clearly has no interest in, I thought I’d open the kitchen doors and let you taste what’s already alive.
I asked, you answered.
Of the nine recipes, I asked which 1 or 2 recipes you would like me to share next. Between Facebook & IG, it was a dead heat ~ Balsamic Onion, Goat Cheese & Walnut Tart, Pork & Fennel Gnocchi. & Slow Cooked Beef Goulash & Sourdough Focaccia.
So here is not one, not two, but three New Recipes.
Pav Lovers, I’m sorry to disappoint, but keep following along in the coming weeks - The Fig & Blackberry Pav w/Rose Chantilly will arrive in good time.
If you’re here solely for the Recipes and not my rambles, scroll to the bottom of this post to download them; otherwise I invite you to stay and wander further in, to discover what this book is truly about.
Like most of my recipes, the dishes in this book will love you back. Built from good soil, sun and sense.
Still wildly nourishing, thoughtful, and balanced, these recipes offer a way to gather, share stories, and feel beautifully connected. That’s what sets this book apart from any I’ve written before.
This isn’t a rulebook or rigid set of dietary guidelines.
It’s not a 6-Step Reinvention Plan.
It’s not a 20 Meals in Under 20minutes, and it’s definitely not a “snatched waist in 8 weeks” situation.
This book is a long table. Windows open. Music playing loudly. Sticky, messy dough on the hands, kind.
It offers the kind of nourishment that makes you linger, where the food you plate up says, It’s good to have you here, let’s be alive together.
Utsava means joyful celebration, and that’s what this is. A reminder that health isn’t punishment or performance. It’s a connection. A Connection to yourself, the food in your region, and a connection to the people who fill your world with joy.
It’s cooking something beautiful on a random Wednesday just for yourself, because you can, it’s gathering your friends and feeding them without apologising for the lashings of olive oil and gluten in the fresh bread.
