Film crews are the hungriest, most gourmand lot of people in the world, with de facto understanding to be fed well at all times. We make the most of our travels exploring local food at every shoot away from home. This time was no exception.
Category: memoir
Concha
Walking up the wide, polished red stairs, I shake silvery sand off my bare feet. Waves break on the seashore in the distance, music plays from the bar at Royal’s. The sun is shining from a bright blue sky and a smattering of coconut trees sway gently. The old house has never looked prettier. Or more welcoming.
Albert Cuyp Maarkt, Amsterdam
A brilliant winter morning spent wandering the legendary Albert Cuyp maarkt In hipster Amsterdam never disappoints. it is filled with curiosities, delicious food, and some pretty amazing people and sights. Definitely a a must visit if, like me, you like to ramble around and wander!
A very Bellini afternoon
A chiqe afternoon at the Belmond Hotel Cipriani in Venice learning the art of the Belini, in Venice, ah magical, mythical Venezia.
Cake
Memories of cake, my love for cake and the universal joy that is cake!! This is a story about rediscovering myself in the kitchen making cake this January.
2025
New beginnings for 2025- another year begins and I am older but more at peace. let this be a year to remember!
The Sweet Life in France
Sweet memories from trips to France, from way back in 1989 until recently. Filled with patisseries and boulangeries, Baba au rhums and so much more. Don’s say I did’t warn you!!
A Flaneur in Paris #TBT
My memories of Paris, starting with Shakespeare & Co and the Rive Gauche, walking the Left Bank and just being a french flaneur
Japalouppe
…..even though I am a long lost and forgotten rider. Rohan swears he once caught me standing in the saddle and making a mental decision to fall off a stationary horse. I only remember the thud and looking up dazed, at a bright blue sky.
Christmas: a grief story
Last Christmas, 2022, our spirits were battered and bruised from all the storms of the year gone by. It was our first time without close family and the Ex. The Child and I were devastated at how hollow and empty and silent it was. We had little to celebrate, and couldn’t bear to do anything, feasting…
Thewanderingindiangourmet 