Thanks to my dad, I grew up with a beautiful garden to explore with my younger sister. The biggest tree in the garden was our mulberry tree, it provided us with shade on hot summer days and a canopy when it rained. Every year it produced these beautiful deep purple sweet/sour fruits. My sister and I loved to climb its branches and pick the fruit, play in the fallen leaves during autumn and through the summer we would run around the garden with red stained bare feet from its fallen fruit. The taste of mulberries will always remind me of childhood and the mulberry tree will represent family and home.
I never intended to cook for a living. I trained as a physiotherapist and spent many years living off pasta and pesto (still a favorite of mine but now I can make my own pesto ha ha). In a bid to live the life to the fullest my boyf and I took to the high seas and I found myself as a chef on a yacht. To be able to indulge some of my creative urges and to be paid for it, is a very good thing plus I spend all my time with the person I love and we see some amazing places in the world. This blog will document what I cook, eat, drink, read and see in the various places around the world that we sail to.
Last night whilst lying in bed I was suddenly inspired by this mulberry tree from my old back garden. Today I called my dad at home in England and asked if he could begin to grow a new mulberry tree from a cutting of that very same tree in my old back garden. As a horticulturalist he was happy to try and continue the family line. In a years time we will know if the cutting has taken. I look forward to the day I can sit under my mulberry tree eating or drinking some of its produce. Until then I will continue to be inspired, cook, be inspired and cook more whilst sailing to beautiful places.
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