If I had to pick a word for my 2025, it would be bittersweet.This is now the 5th time Im releasing the Christmas Pudding episode - I love it that much!But this year, its hitting a little bit differently. Ive always loved this episode because it

If you listen closely, you can almost hear the soft rattle of a bicycle coasting over cobblestones, weaving past tractors and farm fields on its way toward a small German village kitchen. A little girl, Heidrun, is on that bike and, as her hair str

For many of us, Athens is inseparable from ancienttowering colonnades blinding white in the Mediterranean sun, rowdy crowds packed into massive amphitheatres, then those same crowds dispersing into balmy evenings washed in golden light, the 195 The Hone

Todays guest Lynn describes Maria just like a glowing fairy come to life: barely five feet tall, vivacious, chatty and outgoing, and as charming as they come.So imagine this tiny Maria 100 years ago, just a teenager tripping over the cobblestone stre

The Second World War has started and teenage Dolores stands over a small suitcase laying open on her bed in Columbus, Ohio. She slept in this room through her mothers three years of illness and the tragic night her mother died, when she was just fiftee

Let me introduce you to little Maureen a tiny girl with glossy dark hair and big dark eyes sitting on the counter of a kitchen on Maple Street, USA. Shes sipping a root beer float, watching the house buzz with cousins, aunts, and uncles, their laug

Imagine yourself standing in an English garden, peeking through a small kitchen window into a cozy kitchen. Once youre close enough, you may even catch the faint strains of Bing Crosby on the radio. A small blonde boy and his sister sit at the table

Picture a sun-drenched courtyard between two homes in Punjab where the air is thick with the aroma of cumin and simmering beans. Farmers work the adjacent fields while women move among each other, peeling onions, chopping tomatoes, and stirring a pot ov

Imagine a Tennessee dairy farm - and then theres a cellar with a packed dirt floor and shelves made of wood, heavy with jars of home-canned produceincluding the blackberry jam Judith and her sisters smothered on their mothers famous Sally Lunn bread.

Hello, Im here on my break from my production break with an episode recorded in the heart of France.If you remember the last episode, I invited you into the conversation between myself and 4 others in the kitchen of a thousand-year-old chteaua space