When I started this blog I was a lawyer who wanted to be a chef. I'm no longer a lawyer and I don't think I ever really wanted to be a chef, even though I really do love cooking. Life is certainly different, and lately it's been looking a bit like this: throwing dinner parties, cafe outings involving kid-sized hot chocolates, setting up an office, sharing tiramisu, writing some columns, watching some Netball, spouting drivel on twitter, making macarons, not writing enough blog posts, feeling guilty about not writing enough blog posts, swanky lunches, catch up wines, meetings about meat, and inappropriately adding to my Gorman dress collection.
All that, plus admiring Auckland in Autumn, slow cooking beef cheeks, and parallel parking like a boss.
I'm addressing the blog post thing, honest.