Talking Hens, Merricks
Some of our earliest memories of food have very little to do with supermarkets. For us, they involve backyards. One of Mum’s friends, Angela Gory — a wonderful French woman and an equally wonderful cook — kept chooks. So did our aunties Marika, Penelope and Areti — all incredible cooks in their own right. What we acknowledged quickly is that cooks, need chooks :) and so do hungry children.










