A Provençal Beginning
Every year, I return to an old farmhouse in Provence — my husband’s childhood home.
Weathered and full of memories, it’s a place my family is drawn back to each summer.
Surrounded by olive trees and vines, the house holds a quiet rhythm that naturally slows everything down.
It was here that I made my first French-style apricot jam, following an old Provençal recipe.
What began as curiosity quickly became something deeper.
I realised that jam making was about noticing what was growing, working with the seasons, and allowing time to shape the result.
That way of making didn’t just change how I preserve fruit; it changed how I cook, and how I think about food.