Cooking and Poetry. ‘Book teaser’ and local delicacies.

Be it born to darkness and sacrifice, Or be it raised amidst love and hope…

Cooking and Poetry. Reconciliation.

There was a time admission was defeat, When to be wrong, was to show weakness…

Cooking and poetry. Movie night and haiku chills.

A late night meal, Homemade to ward the shivers away. Perfect; Until the haunting begins..

Cooking and Poetry. A Moment of bliss (Valentine special)

True bliss happens in a moment of time Frames or scenes we can nevertheless forget A taste…

Cooking and Poetry. Barbecue delights

There is something about cooking in the wild, Lighting a handsome grill, Ferrying buckets of marinated…

Cooking and Poetry. Flavours of the Soul (A Sonnet)

We are so diverse and capable of anything. However; If you could pick a flavour to describe you, What would it be?

Cooking and Poetry. Apple of my eye.

An apple a day, And two for you and I. Let me make you something special…

Cooking and Poetry. Halloween Shakshuka

As I line the ingredients, I’m deaf to the hushed shuffles in the pantry, And blind to the shifting shadows on the wall. All I can think about is “Shakshuka” A global dish native to Tunisia. Nicknamed, “eggs in purgatory” How ironic, When the horrors of this season, hail from in between worlds. Raw eggs…

Cooking and poetry. Kitchen tales.

Cooking can be therapeutic, enjoyable, and inspiring too. A way to balance creativity with conformity, Both discipline, and art. It is through cooking that many can vent, Blow off some steam, Slice with a vengeance and grind with ferocity. It is also in the kitchen that anger can be tempered, The calmness to marinate a…