<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Rebecca]]></title><description><![CDATA[Rebecca Vincent]]></description><link>https://rebeccaskitchen.wixsite.com/rebeccavincent/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 08:22:08 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Café in Tangier]]></title><description><![CDATA[After a painful betrayal leaves her questioning everything she thought she understood about love, a 47-year-old Australian food writer retreats to Tangier, where a small café overlooking the Strait of Gibraltar becomes the center of her days. As she forms a quiet connection with its reserved French pastry chef, Clara begins to rediscover meaning through routine, food, and place.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/the-caf%C3%A9-at-the-edge-of-the-strait</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69eb39797bcf5508e7765c3a</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 10:42:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_43c407b6b80944ffa98d58648317c32c~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Echoes of Spice &#38; Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[When Angela inherits a box of her grandmother’s unfinished recipes, she expects instructions, but instead finds only fragments and a scent she cannot place. Unable to recreate the dishes she remembers, she travels to Sri Lanka in search of what’s missing, only to discover that the absence is not in the recipe, but in her understanding of it.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/echoes-from-the-cinnamon-trees</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e9efcca4befc7c9f3929fc</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 10:55:19 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_d1e94d83535840aeaabfdeee5f0fcd60~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Lisbon Morning Market]]></title><description><![CDATA[Isabella begins visiting a coastal morning market for its rhythm, its simplicity, and the quiet comfort of routine, but it’s the steady presence of Luís, the fish seller, that keeps drawing her back. ]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/the-magic-of-the-morning-market</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e9a1a9b17cf497ceb2c8f9</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 06:25:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_f808a5e772e3454ab1b0960074be2494~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Connecting Through Food When Words Fail]]></title><description><![CDATA[When words feel too heavy or impossible to say, food becomes a quiet, powerful language of care. Through small, intimate moments - a cup of tea, a shared meal, a simple offering - this essay explores how we express love, apology, and presence without ever needing to speak.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/connecting-through-food-when-words-fail</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69bb2bcf23f9a3655ef196cf</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 03:14:02 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_aecb83dd1b5845acb33dbfe878374acb~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Finding Food Culture &#38; Identity]]></title><description><![CDATA[A reflective essay exploring the feeling of not having a defined food culture, and the gentle realisation that culture isn’t always inherited, but slowly built through repetition, choice, and everyday meals that begin to feel like home.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/finding-food-culture-identity</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69bb24590cf3a00608ee2a32</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2026 02:02:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_32fdf197e85c41c68960220e948c96b4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Quiet Beauty of Cooking With Less]]></title><description><![CDATA[We call these meals simple, but they carry something far more complex beneath the surface. In the quiet gestures of cooking without excess, we begin to glimpse a kind of knowledge shaped not by abundance, but by care, memory, and the need to make something enough.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/cooking-through-constraint-eating-well-when-money-is-tight</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ba3f6b5303a105b06dead4</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 12:24:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_74fbd136e55a4bce8a56be2ecbf6ea73~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Stories Behind the Food We Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[A reflective, sensory essay exploring how the foods we love are shaped not by recipes, but by memory, identity, and the quiet moments that stay with us. This piece invites readers to see cooking not as instruction, but as continuation of people, places, and stories that live on through what we make and eat.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/the-stories-behind-the-food-we-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69bb80a823f9a3655ef2851e</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 06:16:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_1c9669a0ad7e489bb17134c448bc35b1~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Food Traditions and Personal Values Collide]]></title><description><![CDATA[The shift didn’t happen all at once. It came quietly, at the table, in the kitchen, in the small pauses between what I had always known and what I was beginning to feel.]]></description><link>https://www.rebeccavincent.studio/post/the-crossroads-of-culture-and-conscience-when-food-values-collide</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b1296022bc04bb87fb094c</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2026 09:32:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/64e54e_385c1f96eb6f4f559a59533b8d4657ee~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Rebecca Vincent</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>