Archive - Sunday Kitchen Letter

Spoken: A Romantic Kind of Feeling

Listen now | A collection of lonely and romantic essays, including the poem 'A Garden', written for my friends Mark and Paula but now shared the world…

Jun 27, 2024 •

17:24

October 2023

The Politics of Carrots & Kitchen Math

A more political exploration of what it really takes to generate value and make something stretch in the kitchen and in an election season.

Oct 13, 2023 •

September 2023

Mise En Place: The Art of Everything In Its Place

Or putting it all back together, one meal at a time. In the kitchen for healing broken things, mise-en-place is also The Choice. What to make of things…

Sep 17, 2023 •

The Scullery of Imperfections.

Sometimes the objects that simply work best in our kitchens are not the most aesthetic, modern or attractive. In fact, their perfect utility causes us…

Sep 3, 2023 •

October 2022

Signposts and Seeds

On paying attention to signs along the way.

Oct 11, 2022 •

15:40

August 2022

Borrowed Kitchens.

The spaces where I desire the alchemy of usefulness meeting beauty — pleasure.

Aug 13, 2022 •

April 2022

Listen now | Fleeting visits in the summerland soundtrack and a long-lost letter to the kid I never had. Content warning: contains an essay about…

Apr 27, 2022 •

17:33

Resurrection Beans.

Foraging amongst recipe books for what to do with dried beans as the change of season rolls in and I cannot seem to quench my thirst.

Apr 25, 2022 •

March 2022

Spoken: The Road To Everything

Listen now (19 min) | An essay that wanders between metaphor and vulnerability and a fresh poem, recently carved out called Leaving You Behind.

Mar 28, 2022 •

18:56

A Spice Blend for Waking Up.

On short-cuts, the taste of the aftermath and losing some layers.

Mar 27, 2022 •

Spoken: A Parting Glass

Listen now | A long letter on fathers, lessons and poetry for love and sleeplessness. This is a parting glass for my father and a hopeful toast to the…

Mar 17, 2022 •

30:44

An Addendum or One Last Glass For The Table.

The Summer I was right about the Pīwakawaka and my father died.

Mar 17, 2022 •

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