The joy of cooking has permeated every chapter of my life. I've worked for galleries, museums, and a fine art auction house. I've been the editor-in-chief of a luxury lifestyle magazine, studied art education, and spent time in wardrobe consulting. The one constant throughout has been the kitchen.

Several years ago, my passion for throwing dinner parties, gardening, and making family meals married my loves of writing and photography, and this space was born. Here I share recipes, mix up cocktails, arrange flowers from the garden, and set layered tables from rustic to refined.

I learned to cook by shadowing my mother and grandmothers in their kitchens and gardens, watching them lovingly coax meals from simple ingredients. My happiest childhood memories involve gathering around the family table, sharing stories while tucking into a cozy supper. Though my cooking today is admittedly more adventurous and global than what I experienced growing up, my foundations are firmly rooted in those lessons. Most importantly, they taught me that nourishing others is an essential act of love. 

My Grandmother Fletcher had an enormous organic garden where we dug new potatoes from the earth and snipped greens for our salads. The dark fragrant soil, rich with compost and earth worms, still lingers enchantingly in my mind. She taught me the great importance, long before it was fashionable, of knowing where our food comes from and what goes into it. My Grandmother Porter was an incredible baker and a savvy, no-frills cook of Austrian German descent. She loved to tell stories of my great-grandmother spending hours rolling paper-thin apple strudel dough each week only to have her six children devour it in mere moments.