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.

Slow Sundays in the Harvest Kitchen

Do you love to savour the flavour of organically grown vegetables, wild foraged greens, grass fed meats and other flavoursome delectables? Does the thought of a lazy Sunday lunch with a glass or few of wine whi...