From France, With Love

I had just finished training at the culinary school Leiths in London and was trying to find work in the food industry… without having to become a chef. For some people, the intense pressure of chef-life is what gets them out of bed in the morning. I just knew I couldn’t be one of those people. I worry too much for one.

I started tinkering with WordPress, started this blog and ironically, two months later, was hired as a chef. To say it was a baptism by fire is being kind. It took me a few months to find my groove, but before long I was another cog in the restaurant machine, and soon became head chef!

While my life in the professional kitchen has come to an end, this blog certainly hasn’t and it’s my little corner of the internet to write, worshipping and lamenting the food that comes out of my kitchen here in Toulouse.

I’m from the UK and have lived in London, Manchester, and also with my parents more times than I care to admit. Now I live in Toulouse, in the south of France where the buildings are deep peachy-pink, and learning French is an uphill battle.

There’s this French guy…