I’m not a chef. I’m not a food critic. I’ve never worked in a restaurant kitchen. I’m just someone who loves food and loves trying to make it at home. Especially the fancy stuff.
It started with a Jamie Oliver recipe. I can’t even remember which one now—just that I made a total mess of the kitchen and somehow ended up with something that tasted amazing. That was the first time I thought, hey, maybe I can do this.
Since then, I’ve been slowly (sometimes painfully) working my way through recipes by Britain’s best chefs—Mary Berry, Nigella, Gordon Ramsay, Tom Kerridge, Yotam Ottolenghi, and more. Some dishes turn out great. Some… don’t. But I share them all here, wins and flops alike.
I’m not trying to pretend I know everything. I still have to Google how to poach an egg almost every time. I still burn things. I still forget to preheat the oven more often than I’d like to admit. But I love learning. And I love eating. So I keep going.
I don’t have a big fancy kitchen. No marble counters, no professional gadgets. Just a small space, one oven that runs too hot, and a very patient husband who eats everything I cook (bless him). If I can pull off a Marcus Wareing soufflé in this setup, anyone can.
This blog is my little kitchen diary. It’s where I test out the recipes I’ve always been too nervous to try. It’s where I share how they really work in a regular home, with regular ingredients, on a Tuesday night after work.
You won’t find perfection here. But you’ll find honesty. You’ll find joy. And you’ll find a lot of butter.
Thanks for stopping by. I’m so glad you’re here. Let’s cook something brilliant together—even if it falls apart a bit on the plate.
Love,
Melissa