FOOD, FRIENDS AND FAMILY It’s Monday, early morning, the kids and hubby are asleep, the house is quiet, the birds are chirping and another brand new week is upon us. Mondays have always been my absolute favourite day of the week. There’s something that excites me about waking up on a Monday. Perhaps it’s the
I spent my Friday morning in the kitchen creating new recipes as I do every Friday, and this particular morning as I wiped the bench a wave of deep emotion and gratitude moved over me. I remained paralysed at the bench and my eyes welled with tears. What is going on I asked myself? I sat with it and let myself feel this emotion. And then as quickly as it came it left and I was left with a deep sense of gratitude. I get to spend every Friday doing what brings me joy, what fills my soul and nourishes my heart.
MY JOURNEY TO PLANT-BASED EATING I wasn’t always a plant-based eater. I was raised in an Italian family. My mum was an incredible chef and my parents always owned and ran Italian restaurants. I feasted on a traditional Italian diet and loaded up on dairy, pasta, chicken, fish, sliced meats and anything and everything Italian.
