I run corporate strategy by day. He runs a kitchen. Different clocks entirely, and somehow we’ve built a whole life around the mismatch. Here’s the bit that surprises people when I tell them: I don’t cook. Not because I can’t, but because I don’t have to. Mr. Chef does it, most nights, because he wants to, because the kids ask for it, because it’s the one part of his day nobody’s shouting orders at him. When I’m not in the mood, we order in. No guilt about it. Ask any other chef’s wife and they’ll tell you that’s not usually how it goes.
This isn’t a food blog, not anymore anyway. Somewhere between corporate ladders, sleepless toddlers, and figuring out who’s doing the school run tomorrow, it turned into something else: an honest account of what this particular life actually looks like. Not the tidy version.
If you’re chasing a big career, married to someone whose world runs nothing like yours, or just trying to raise decent humans while doing both, pull up a seat. You already know how this goes.
Chef’s Wife Diary is mostly a career and family diary, but I’ve also learned to channel some creative energy into something else: art. Working mostly in digital illustration and pen and ink as a way to reclaim my childhood passion, it’s the thing I do when I need to think about nothing.
Browse the collections: Digital Illustration or Pen and Ink, or see selected pieces available as framed prints.