For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved being in the kitchen. One of my earliest memories is of being with my grandfather in his ancient Yorkshire kitchen, rolling out the pastry for jam tarts. I was three years old. There, in my grandfather’s kitchen, I came to know love. I’ve had an enduring love affair with food and history ever since.
I was born on an overseas business trip. By the time I was school-aged I had lived in three countries on two continents. My roots are in the rugged north of England, in Yorkshire, where I spent my formative years before moving to Canada.
Later still I moved to Australia – then back to Canada – and back to Australia three times in all, before finally calling Ontario home. I’ve spent far too much of my life moving between cities, countries, and continents – always searching. Always missing the people and places left behind. Trying to settle down, never quite succeeding.
In the rest of my life, I’m a mother, feminist, food writer, owl watcher, mad keen walker, and serious outdoor enthusiast. I live along the beautiful north shore of Lake Ontario.
You can find my writing bio under the heading, Books & Publications.
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