Author name: Frieda Evans

I still remember the first time I discovered my love for mushrooms. It was during a family trip to the quaint little town of Carmona, tucked away in the rolling hills of Spain’s Andalucía region. We were staying at a charming bed and breakfast, run by an elderly couple who treated us like family. Every […]

There’s something magical about the smell of crispy onion rings wafting through the house. It immediately transports me back to the summer evenings of my childhood, where my family and I would gather around our old picnic table, the air thick with laughter and the aroma of frying onions. My mother was the queen of

There’s something about the simple joy of French fries that takes me back to my childhood. Growing up, Friday nights were always special. My mom would let my siblings and me take turns picking what we wanted for dinner. Without fail, my choice was always the same—French fries. I still remember the anticipation of waiting

One of my fondest childhood memories revolves around a tiny, family-run bakery in the heart of my hometown. Every Sunday, after our weekly family walk through the park, we would stop by this quaint shop, drawn in by the sweet, buttery aroma wafting through the air. The star of the bakery was their donuts –

There’s something incredibly magical about the first bite of perfectly crispy Brussels sprouts. For me, Brussels sprouts have always been a special vegetable, evoking memories of family gatherings and culinary experiments. It’s funny how a simple dish can carry such a rich tapestry of experiences. Let me take you on a journey that connects me