Tag Archives: Marcella Hazan

5 People Who Have Shaped And Inspired The Way I Cook

There are a lot of people investing in gratitude these days on t’interwebz since it has been linked to feeling better about yourself and your life.  In particular, my lovely friend Eli Trier created an entire book of art dedicated to all the people who have inspired her – a piece of gratitude a week to each of the people who have shaped who she is today.  The book is titled “The Gratitude Project” and you can find it here.

^ these are not affiliate links btw, I just drool over her work and wanted to share it with you.
But on the theme of gratitude, it’s occurred to me that I haven’t spoken much about who really shaped and inspired the way I cook.

1 – My mum

I love food.

But there was a time when food was “difficult”.  I was a fussy eater as a small child.  All I would eat were strawberry jam sandwiches, Japanese ramen, sticky white rice with soy sauce, soy sauce omelettes and Walkers salt & vinegar crisps.

How did I change?  Well, it’s all thanks to my Mum.  Continue reading

On Marcella Hazan

Marcella Hazan died a couple of days ago.


This is horrible news and it saddens me greatly.


A lot of you probably don’t know who she is.  That’s ok – here are a few things to bring you up to speed:


1 – she’s the Italian version of Julia Child, bringing authentic Italian food to America in the 50s onwards.  (Don’t know Julia Child?  Watch the movie “Julie and Julia”.  Right now.  Come back here when you’ve done that.  Go on, shoo!)

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On Family Recipes and Giving Thanks

First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you all so much for your responses both here and on the Facebook Page to the previous blog post On Finding Home And Honouring Yourself, I’m so grateful, thank you.

I just wanted to add as a P.S. that there were some fascinating themes that came from it – whereas some find Home externally in a place, or with other people, some people find Home within, particularly people who are more nomadic and travel a lot, rarely settling in a place for more than a couple of months.  It also seems that a lot of people who move abroad tend to keep a piece of their childhood Homelands with them too, and appreciate it when they go back for a holiday, even if it’s not to move back. Continue reading

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