From therapy to recipe… Welcome to my blog. Here you’ll find reflections, recipes and stories. Whether they’re stories that come from scientific studies or stories that come from my clients themselves, I’m always making connections back to food. Every dish tells a story, and kitchen lessons tend to be life lessons. So here, every other month, I will post a recipe for life. Each one is a life lesson inspired by therapy, sprinkled with a bit of psychology, and linked to a meaningful recipe. My recipes are generally quick, pretty easy, always tasty, sometimes a little bit different and inescapably Greek Cypriot in some way or another. My approach to cooking is simple: it’s about flavours and ingredients that ‘attach’ well together to create something delicious. I’m still a therapist in the kitchen – always trying to understand relationships between things, whether ingredients or people. And it’s noteworthy that wherever my blog includes any reference to a client’s story, I have their full permission to do so and their confidentiality is always maintained.
I hope you’ll be nourished in more than just the food sense.
I have heard this story before: ‘I thought ‘fuck him’ and chucked a load of chilli into his dinner that night.’ This was clearly not a romantic dinner à deux. My client was telling me about making dinner for her husband. But this was no ordinary weeknight supper; this was the meal she cooked for…
In therapy, there is a guest. That’s you. And there is a host. That’s me. Our roles are defined. They have to be. After all, if you don’t know where you stand, you won’t know if it is safe to fall, or to be vulnerable. Therapy is, if you like, a form of hospitality. It…
It appeared that my new client had been inspired by Marie Antoinette: ‘Let them eat their dirty cake. I don’t want it. I don’t know where their hands have been’ she said during one session early on in our work together. There was no chewing of words; she spat them straight out. Although her firing…
Sleigh bells did not ring for my client at Christmas. There was only one sound he waited for on Christmas Day: the jingle bell of the front door. It meant that Deliveroo had arrived with his Christmas dinner – his gift to himself. ‘Kebabs, Indian, Chinese. I order exactly what I want. All different dishes…
Therapy is about love. Freud himself even asserted that psychoanalytic treatment ‘is effected by love’. Here, Freud really meant the therapeutic relationship. The relationship between a client and a therapist is so important – it’s the part you feel the most. When I’m in the room, the stories I feel the most are those of…
When I finished my psychotherapy training, I didn’t follow the ‘recipe’; I didn’t rent a consulting room and buy Freud’s Standard Edition. Instead, I bought knives, chefs’ whites and clogs; I decided to swap the couch for the kitchen; I went to Leiths School of Food and Wine to do an intensive course in classic…
I have always loved MasterChef. It is a masterclass in emotional life – you can live Delia dreams vicariously through the contestants and you experience all their delight and disappointment along the way. The show is also a good reminder that in cooking, much like in therapy, there is no such thing as perfect, only…
Those were my words. I said them during one of my finals at Leiths School of Food and Wine. The exam required us to cook a classic of French cuisine: a supreme of chicken with a tarragon sauce, served with mashed potatoes and green beans. On that particular day, however, I found that simple fare…
They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. This was true for my client growing up. For her, breakfast was important for reasons other than the tummy-filling, get-up-and-go energy fuelling it was supposed to be. She was the only one in her family of six who ate breakfast: ‘Nobody else felt…