Hi, I'm Zoie

Hi, I'm Zoie

Growing up, I always remember my mother's cooking. As a Greek-Australian, her food was different from the 'other' mums... in the best way possible! Full of flavour and made with love. I especially remember her Saturday dinner parties; a labour of love that started early in the morning (or often the day before) so that by early afternoon the entire house (and street for that matter) would be filled with most amazing aromas of slow-cooked meats, roasted vegetables and more. Neighbours would pop their heads over the fence and rarely leave empty handed.

Growing up, I always remember my mother's cooking. As a Greek-Australian, her food was different from the 'other' mums... in the best way possible! Full of flavour and made with love. I especially remember her Saturday dinner parties; a labour of love that started early in the morning (or often the day before) so that by early afternoon the entire house (and street for that matter) would be filled with most amazing aromas of slow-cooked meats, roasted vegetables and more. Neighbours would pop their heads over the fence and rarely leave empty handed.

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Authentic. Comforting. Delicious.

Our NYC Italian Meatballs were born from our honeymoon. We discovered the most amazing meatball bar hidden in the backstreets of New York, and spent the next decade recreating our own spin on this memorable classic.

Best served with pasta of your choice, ladled over polenta or loaded on a crusty baguette. Sprinkle with a grating of parmesan, and a drizzle of olive oil.

Even after all these years I cannot cut an onion without crying... I wear welding goggles when in the kitchen!

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