Welcome back to The Blog

Welcome (back) to my very shiny new website.

I have really, really wanted to start blogging again, and it felt high time I said hello.

You see, the Little Pink Kitchen started life as a humble Blogspot blog many moons ago. Then blogs went a little out of fashion, life sped up, the business grew arms and legs, and the blogging just sort of…stopped, I guess.

But the Little Pink Kitchen, despite now being a fully fledged business, is still just me. Me, myself and I. And it turns out I’ve missed this space. I’ve missed writing. I’ve missed properly saying things instead of squeezing them into a algorithm friendly-caption between Duplo building and sauce batches and whatever else life is throwing at me.

So I’m back.

You might have seen my recent trips down memory lane on Instagram (it’s absolutely fine if you didn’t, promise). I shared a decade of business: the physical building work that created the Little Pink Kitchen, the years of markets and jars and graft, the memories of India that have shaped what the business is today in ways I still can’t fully articulate.

But something was missing from all that reminiscing.

A decade (and more) of time in the kitchen and at the table.

A decade of cooking.

A decade of eating.

So of course my appetite for it all has evolved.

When I started the Little Pink Kitchen, avocado hadn’t yet conquered toast, caramel could be enjoyed without salt (though I will admit I now adore the salty goodness), and most of us had no idea what Korean chilli paste was. I was different too — newly married, working for somebody else, with evenings that stretched luxuriously ahead.

Lots of parents wonder what they did with all that free time. I know exactly what I did. I wrote. I ate. I read. I went to random tweet-ups. I made broccoli tempura on a random Tuesday night, for goodness sake.

If I spent half the evening cooking dinner, it didn’t really matter. And on the other nights, eating out didn’t cost quite so flipping much. I vividly remember doing a blog series using the Belfast Telegraph eat-out vouchers. A main course was £6.95.

SIX. POUNDS. AND. NINETY. FIVE. PENCE.

Then there was the global pandemic. The trimalleolar fracture. The IVF. The newborn. The grief.

In those years, writing felt impossible and cooking wasn’t exactly fun. Depression has a way of shrinking your world, and I think it stole more than just my physical appetite.

And now?

Now I have a small child. Now I understand the juggle, even if my juggle looks different to yours. It looks different for all of us. But a lot of us are living in that place of juggle, with dinner squeezed into the miniscule space between daycare pickup and bedtime. Or before clubs. Or before night shifts. There are more preferences at the table. More logistics. More fatigue.

More joy too, actually.

Cooking looks different in this season.

And I think that’s exactly why the Little Pink Cookery Club was born.

It’s an online hub designed for real life — the kind of real life where you want to cook, but also need it to be achievable. A place that will:

• Inspire you with ideas for the week ahead

• Literally guide you through cooking them (I record an audio file for every single recipe so you’re not alone in the kitchen)

• Give you someone else to blame when it doesn’t quite work out

• Provide a simple, realistic weekly meal plan you can actually follow, always containing at least two practically zero-effort meals

So here I am, blogging again. About food and cooking and the practical tips that might help you in your juggle; whatever that looks like for you.

I’m so pleased you’re here.