I grew up whistling in kitchens not because I was happy (although I was), but because if I was whistling, then mom knew I wasn’t eating anything. Responsible for making sure that the pasta was cooked just right and the table laid just so, I grew up with the impression that I should do something with food myself; ideally in combination with something else I love: writing.

A law degree and a change of habitat later, I am now working to combine food, words, styling and everything in between whilst living in Amsterdam.