My love for food
started when I was very young and this passion, even back then, was about as big and important to me as my love of the outdoors, travel and adventure.
Some of my earliest memories of backpacking the world with my parents, camping in the Australian bush and growing up in a typical Brisbane neighbourhood, were usually connected to vivid recollections of something I ate, or smelled, or cooked or hated the taste of.
Food in all its boringly normal and fabulously exotic interpretations was simply the way I experienced my immediate environment.
My world is one great big kitchen…
whether it be inside, outside, creekside, dockside or fireside. It’s wherever my friends are!
Now that I’ve grown up, nothing much has changed; except I’ve learned there is equally rich value to be had from the ritual of preparation, the risk and reward of untested flavour combinations and in the many beautiful human relationships I have found through the simple act of sharing food... messily, greedily, loudly with one another.
Some years ago, when I married Mr Frost and became Mrs Frost, I set to imagining-up this thing called 'Mrs Frost’s Kitchen' because I wanted to give others a place to experience the amazingness of our world through delicious food and learning and laughing, just as I have had all my life.
And I am hugely in love with the result: I hope you and your friends will come to visit and taste, smell and feel exactly what I'm talking about for yourself!