I may have been a child of the seventies—Go Greased Lighting and all that—but my palate was definitely ahead of its time, impatiently waiting for a new era to come along. Fine, I admit, I still like Kraft Macaroni & Cheese. But not for me were the canned tamales my sister ate with such relish, and definitely not processed meat on Wonder bread. I am famous in my family for feeding bologna sandwiches to my horse or flushing them down the toilet … anything to get out of eating them. My dad says that from the start, I’ve always had high-end taste when it comes to food. Give me a menu, and I could tell you in a matter of seconds if it had lobster on it. Not bad for a ten-year-old! These days, I still like a five-star meal, but I’m more interested in quality, freshness and flavor. I’ve always cooked, but now nestled into the hills of Los Angeles in a home known as Lark—I found that it became more than just a pastime. It’s my passion. I love to cook. I also love to take photos and have photographed two food books, as well as two travel books. With this blog, I get to combine food and photography with the elements that make my life complete: my family and friends who often gather together on Sundays to enjoy a meal here at Lark.

Recipient of my bologna sandwiches

How I view the world

Mastering the art of a perfect turkey is a must. In my old kitchen in Brixton.