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.

Warm weather’s finally made its way to Melbourne!  I’ve not wanted to pre-empt summer’s arrival, given our fair city’s penchant for reverting to winter without notice, but it’s currently 30 degrees at 7.30pm and I’m thinking of a bbq for dinner.