As you may have gathered so far, these few words from me should more or less give you an inkling of what I am about. As I go deeper and wax lyrical over what Im eating and where I enjoy eating, whilst Im no Grace Dent – I am too soft, I know – I hope to take you onboard with me. I eat out often, I possess about 1 million cookery books, although I only ever swear by a few and wherever I go, I make a it a goal to have great food. I am not one of those gratuitous spenders where brands and only expensive lavish restaurants will do, but I do ever so often indulge in those as well. Travelling is also a passion, sometimes with the family in tow, sometimes without. More often than not, my travels undeniably focus around food and drink. My husband has grown wise to picking our holiday destinations although it took years for him to get there. Want to hit the road hiking? Pick a place with great cheese and wine. Camping? There needs to an at least one starred restaurant nearby to get me on that one. Many stories to be told later about this passion of my husband’s which he tried to share so, oh so desperately, with me. Im off the hook now thankfully, I have kids who seem to adore it. In any case, whichever way we travel, FYI if on a camping trip, this usually infers Im at a nearby hotel with a spa whilst they set camp in the countryside nearby, we have to be within the vicinity of good food. The essence and culture of an area, its history and legacy is reflected in the places we visit. I used travel here loosely, always having had a strong pull towards ‘living’ a country rather than visiting it. If I did not have children bordering teen years , I would still be doing it, country hopping, years at a time. As a family, we lived in Mauritius, Scotland, New Zealand and even the Shetlands before finally taking abode in London. Not to mention the places we lived in prior to kids. It is quite an endeavour trying to infiltrate a culture when you are only passing through, but after many countries we have since visited, there is always something I take back which will immediately bring me there once more no matter where I am in the world. The chocolate baklava from Hafiz Mustafa in Istanbul, the pistachio pesto from Sicily or the whiskey from Bushmills in Northern Ireland. I have groomed my kids to be the same and they have their own preferences. Throughout the blog, we’ll try and introduce you to the places we have been and what we have liked about them. Maybe you can catch a few tips here and there, specially if you travel with kids. From solo travels and wine exhibits to family holidays, indeed it is all about food for us. There have been negative experiences of course, but this blog should not be about the negatives, it shall be about the positive experiences. Hopefully. Maybe I’m yet to turn into an overconfident knife welding cut throat Grace, not the princess, the Dent. Much love!
