You Can Leave Home, But Home Never leaves you.

I grew up in Britain, where Sunday dinners filled the house with the smell of roast beef, golden spuds and a proper gravy bubbling on the stove. My dad delivered fruit and veg on his lorry, my mum could stretch a pound of mince into a feast, and Nan’s sideboard was always home to a tin of peaches for unexpected guests. Food wasn’t fancy. It was comforting, shared, and a quiet promise that we’d always belong somewhere.

Years later, I found myself thousands of miles away in Australia. Sunshine instead of drizzle. Beach barbecues instead of pub roasts. But something was missing. It wasn’t just a pork pie or a proper jar of mint sauce​; it was home. It was the sound of a kettle boiling, the hum of family around the table, and the smell of something familiar baking in the oven.

So I started to recreate it. Little by little, I built my own corner of Britain here in Perth, from spiced chutneys and pickled onions to Christmas puddings and roasties crisped just right. What began as a homesick craving ​evolved into a way to connect with other expats who shared similar feelings of homesickness. Pork Pies & The Perfect Pickle isn’t just a collection of recipes. It’s a love letter to that shared ache for the familiar, and the joy of finding it again in a warm kitchen, even on the other side of the world​. It’s for those who’ve crossed oceans, but still crave the taste of home.

You can leave home, but home never leaves you.