The cooking you will find on this site is all the kind of cooking you can do a little bit drunk. It’s the kind of cooking that is probably better if you’ve got a bottle of wine open. It’s the kind of cooking that will forgive you if you forget about it for a little while. It’s the kind of cooking that is not really about measurements, because where are the scales when you need them, and who even owns a measuring jug. It’s the kind of cooking that wants you to be just a little bit fat. It’s the kind of cooking that’s there for you, when you come home, pink-nosed from walking. It’s the kind of cooking that makes everything feel okay. It’s the kind of cooking that saved my life.

It’s the kind of cooking that lets you have a panic attack in the middle. It’s the kind of cooking that lets you stop, and breathe, and count to ten. It’s the kind of cooking that doesn’t mind if you’re mental.

I don’t know if the world is ready for a cooking/mental health crossover blog, but this is one.

I am Ellabell, and I have an anxiety disorder, and cooking saved my life, and this is the story of how, with recipes. Fucking excellent recipes, too.