People and their stories about food.

Marina Spyropoulos

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Jeweller, British/ Greek, lives in Westbourne Park Road, London

I first met Marina a couple years back; she was one of my brightest and most dedicated students, as well as one of the most stylish and warm people I have ever met. We kept in touch and the first time I visited her gorgeous home on Westbourne Park and spent some time talking about food in her beautiful white kitchen, I knew I had to have a proper foodie sit down with her. So, soon after, over delicious pastries and freshly brewed coffee, we talked about favourite stores and ingredients, food memories from the time she spent in Greece as a kid, as well as her attitude towards food as a mom to Luca, 12 and Pia, 10. [READ MORE]


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I am Amaryllis- Amaryllis Aphrodite to be exact. Amaryllis, after my parents’ extensive search to find names (for my twin sister and me) that had ‘A’ and ‘L’ in them. Don’t ask. Aphrodite, after my maternal grandma, which is why I love it so.

My grandma was a terrible, terrible cook. An avid reader, traveler and proud feminist, she spent her time immensely dedicated to various types of charity, consciously leaving any kind of house chore to my grandfather (together, they made one of the most beautiful couple I’ve ever seen), the people that were helping around the house and, eventually, my mom, the eldest of four.

Not surprisingly, my mother is an excellent cook. Absolutely self- taught, absolutely creative, absolutely indifferent towards food trends, over-complicated techniques or fussy food. She usually cooks without following recipes, with a heavy hand on the spices, always using seasonal products and never letting anything go to waste. I ‘d like to think that I cook in the same way: using what I have in the fridge and pantry, taking advantage of what each season and place has to offer, quickly and without making a mess, using few ingredients and highlighting them as much as possible.

This blog is about food, in London (and often other places as well). It is an attempt to keep my love affair with London alive,one dish and ingredient at a time, through cooking and talking to people about food. It is the aftermath of hours spent discovering markets, shopping for ingredients, preparing meals and eating with friends. It is about honouring memories and making sense of the present; celebrating my own and others’ backgrounds and traditions, while making way for everything new that the city has to offer.