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There are plenty of cities with good food and, while I might be a little biased, I think Melbourne has something a little more interesting: a food culture that feels like the city itself. Diverse, curious, somewhat scruffy around the edges and dotted with just enough genuinely passionate producers.

People often say they want a village, but they’re not always ready to become an active participant in one. Being part of a community requires actually walking the walk.

I’ve incorporated reusable bags, public transport and a reduce/reuse/recycle mindset into daily life, but one area I return to again and again is household food waste.

We live in a small apartment with a very small kitchen, so I run a tight ship. Anything that earns space in there has to punch above its weight. Products have to prove themselves. If they don’t earn their keep, they’re out.

Last weekend I gathered a handful of friends at someone’s house and we cooked together. Not a dinner party where one person does the work and everyone else arrives with a bottle. Not a formal class in a commercial kitchen. Just a group of curious eaters in a real home kitchen, sleeves rolled up.

A tray of roasted sweet potatoes. A container of caramelised onions. A snaplock bag of cooked rice waiting patiently in the freezer. It’s not militant meal prep; it’s just cooking with a little foresight.

Dishes to Impress, Seduce, and Spoil Your Boo. When I was single, I absolutely employed cooking in my dating arsenal. Food was my love language and, frankly, my best flirting strategy.

Just existing in the world can be a lot of work these days, navigating the news and daily pressures. Take every chance to find the small joyful moments in life.

Eating solo means eating however you like and that includes licking the plate. Dining alone isn’t always a delight, but it can be.

A St John-inspired birthday feast in high summer – what was I thinking?

When a cheesemonger visits London, Neal’s Yard Dairy is pretty much up there with the Tower of London and Buckingham Palace as places to visit

I could throw some facts and stats at you about why cheese is nutritious, but honestly, why bother. It tastes so darn delicious. There’s something slightly magical about how milk becomes cheese in so many different incarnations and flavours.