Cooking and writing are a lot alike, I think. Both consist of making something delicious out of unlikely ingredients, dreaming up combinations of flavours, adding a twist... and sometimes having unexpected explosions. I've been baking - and writing - since I was a child. Arguably, my writing pursuits have landed me outcomes that do more for my career; and yet, where would I be without hours spent in flour-covered contemplation?
In this space, I'll chronicle my thoughts on baking, feminism, and eating disorders. Unlikely ingredients, perhaps... but might they be more tasty when combined?