In Darwin to edit a documentary about women in Nepal, I could not believe my luck in finding myself with a collection of women, their children and a few buckets of tomatoes, cooking, laughing, chatting (sometimes in disjointed Nepali!) and of course consuming. As soon as I heard about My Sisters' Kitchen, I immediately connected with its intention and approach; food and all that surrounds it - growing, sharing, exchanging and enjoying - are things so essentially human and binding, yet often forgotten in the rush to get to work or catch the bus. It was touching to meet the strong women who attend  these classes, and see how much they have to offer. I was treated, for example, to a tour of the amazing food garden - full of papaya, banana, chilli, coriander, lemon grass and egg plants, with news of a cassava planting workshop in the near future. In the meantime however, it was up to my friend Lisa and I to facilitate an Italian cook up - an old recipe from Lisa's Nonna - and subsequent feast. Many of the class had never tried pasta and I will never forget the faces of two Burmese women trying black Spanish olives for the first time, nor the laughter that followed. I was touched by the women (and their energetic children!) at My Sisters' Kitchen and inspired by the aproach this gorgeous organisation is taking and I wish it all the best in the future. Bon Appetit!