My first attempts at gluten free baking regularly ended in tears.

For about six months after I was diagnosed as a Coeliac, it seemed everything I touched in the kitchen turned into an unmitigated culinary disaster.
 

The sun is out, the weather’s warming up and I’m dreaming of being under water scuba diving; which naturally leads me to musing about food as I’m one of those divers that gets ravenous in the face of schools of fish.

As much as I enjoy cooking, I adore being cooked for; so when Miss Jo suggested a post-yoga supper this week, where she would be the cook, how could I refuse?

Melbourne winter’s set in and that’s a joyous time for me because it means pies – and quite possibly a cheeky red to wash them down with...

I can’t remember ever being too consistently busy to cook for myself. Until now.

For the past five months, Saturdays have been spent getting up super early to set up for the crowds at Richmond’s Gleadell Street markets. Three Ducks has a temporary stall in this wonderful community market, in addition to the online shop, and I’ve been revelling in the customer contact, if not always the weather!