I’ve spent my life moving between countries and cultures, and food has always been how I make sense of a place. For now, the ancient world is what matters here — not the sanitized version taught in school, but the real one. The feasts, the politics, the betrayals, the poisons slipped into wine cups at dinner — and how all of those things could be wrapped up into just one evening.
Honey and Blood is where those two worlds meet. Each story starts at the table — what people grew, cooked, ate — and follows it into the darker corners of ancient life. Crime, power, scandal, survival. The ancient world turns out to have a lot to say about all of it.
I’m not a historian. I’m someone who reads too much, cooks strange things, and can’t stop asking about what someone was eating while they did a wild thing 2500 years ago (or more).