Everyone has that one person at work that inspires them daily – at least I do. Mines a Costa Rican beauty called Maria. Not a cooking professional but she’s a fierce foodie with a passion for health, wellness and today’s biodynamic food movement. She’s always there for ‘galley meetings’ when I need that second opinion to analyse flavours, trial plating techniques,… Continue reading Kombucha bomb
Way back when I was a knee height, scruffy haired little youngster, I remember grumbling to my mother about eating my vegetables. My mum was an ox when it came to rules and finishing everything on your plate was one of them! She said to me, “Be grateful for your dinner Shala, some children are only eating dry bread… Continue reading An artisan journey.
I’ve officially quit my beloved job! After nearly three years aboard this amazing bateau, I’ve decided it’s time to set my sights forward to more challenging waters. It’s been a hard decision to take the leap away from a situation that is near perfect but I’ve learnt that unless we continue to move forward, its difficult to grow into… Continue reading Chapter flipping.
We are coming into a heavy muggy summer in Savannah and all of a sudden meals need to be a whole lot lighter, otherwise afternoon naps become a necessity! I’ve cut out allot of meat from crew meals which they don’t seem to complain about. Just as long as they’re getting hearty meals to keep them trucking on through… Continue reading Pho-real!
I think I’ve found my new favourite vegetable. A Jicama – or, for certain friends who are un-educated in the exotic vegetable department (Jez) – it’s a sweet Mexican turnip! Its like a radish… na, it’s like a turnip – A radish slash turnip but sweeter. Some describe the Jicama as a savoury apple and I reckon thats… Continue reading A sweet mexican turnip.
Whilst home in NZ and feasting my way around the North Island. I made a solid effort to accustom myself to the various styles and decor’s of the local cafe’s and brunch spots. Cafe research I called it – Though it was more like an excuse to get the lady friends together and have… Continue reading cabinets of cake.
I’ve always had a thing for Sunday mornings. Today’s been no exception – though this one’s been somewhat jet-lagged after a hefty 36 hours in transit. Sunday has always been my day to wake up late, and crank out some creative breakfast/brunch jams to wind down the weekend. This time last year I was in Holland, living… Continue reading Sunday mornings.