“Evening. Too often now I hesitate before my opened book, tempted to trace the broken web of my most wondrous past.” - from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin.
More and more of these posts have begun with an explanation for my absence. But excuse nor apology no longer. You see, for a while now, I’ve been working on something. A cookbook is in the process of being born. It’s coming into being, as with all creation, testing the limits of strength, pain and pleasure. I feel as if I could burst with all the things to tell you. Because this is more than just a cookbook. It’s a book of the heart, my heart, transcribed in physical form for you to hold. I hope you’ll be gentle with me.
This is a work filled with a wealth of sweetness re-born through wild flavour. All the things you’ve come to love, with a great deal new to excite. I’ve withheld a lot of myself this past year, in giving life to this work, and the space has granted me the time to create, grow and expand. Most nights I struggle to tear myself from its untamed pages and I can’t wait for you all to see where it’s led. I know it’ll have a place in your heart just as much it does in mine.
It’s never lost on me that all your support has granted this. The awards, opportunities and now this book, belong as much to you as they do to me. I can’t wait to share in it together. I hope to reveal more soon but until then I’ll continue to work hard on it, for us, alongside my new Harper family. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. At twenty-three, with fear of falling. But when I allow the fall, fall turns to flight, and darling, I’ve been winged this whole time.
Keep following along for announcements, dates and reveals, both here and on social media. But to keep you sated in the meantime, I’ve made a playlist. The tracks were curated to nourish this creative process. Perhaps it’ll speak to you where my words cannot. Listen here, from start to finish, and dream in it with me.