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Orla McAndrew Food Tackling food waste one 5 star event at a time. All menus are entirely bespoke and aim to showcase the finest local seasonal Irish ingredients.

Strong emphasis on changing the face of event catering. Allow me to show you how it can be done.

21/10/2025

Thank you so much Nickie .ie for this magnificent cotton blouse. I adore it.
Wishing you the very best of luck as you open your bricks and mortar store in in the next few weeks.
Can't wait!

Take a read of this article printed in todays thanks to I'll link it in stories and save it in highlights under MY WOR...
21/10/2025

Take a read of this article printed in todays thanks to

I'll link it in stories and save it in highlights under MY WORDS.

In it, I question some of the rules around table manners!



I've taken a little step back from catering work this year to leave space for other opportunities. And whilst that was a...
20/10/2025

I've taken a little step back from catering work this year to leave space for other opportunities. And whilst that was a daunting decision, it was probably the best one I've ever made.
Its given me the space to reflect, not just on work, but on life aswell. On what I am teaching my girls by the way I show up in the world; I am emboldened every day to live as fully as I can so that they take it for granted that this is their right.
I've spread my wings, dispensed with fear, and am feeling so much stronger and more settled into my own skin than ever before.
Perhaps it's hormonal, or simply the passage of time, but ageing is bringing so many opportunities to grow, to be brave, and to live fully, so as to lead by example for my three beautiful girls.

This year has brought enormous disruption. It has not been an easy ride. And still, I am certain that my gut has most of the answers and my spirit will guide me through.

I love this pic captuted by outside in **le
I am in the midst of such life changing stuff, and still, I am smiling, grateful, courageous, and happy.



BecomingIt began quietlya tremor under skina whisper I mistook for hungerbut it grew teethand soon was gnawing through t...
16/10/2025

Becoming

It began quietly
a tremor under skin
a whisper I mistook for hunger
but it grew teeth
and soon was gnawing through the edges of my patience

telling me there was fire left to taste
I began to shed
first the obedience
that good girl smile sewn to please
then the ache of being chosen
for what I could give not who I was

skin slipped from the lie
and air met red
everything naming itself new
there were nights I bled just from feeling too much
days I mistook silence for ending
I gathered my ruins like wet stones
held them to the light
and something in me growled back

not mercy not surrender
but remembering
I will not end here I thought
if this is ruin let it be mine
let it split me wide
so I can see what glows in the embers

becoming is never clean
it is the ache between before and after
the tangle of blood and memory
the slow unlearning of every small betrayal
that taught me how to disappear
it is breaking open
and finding the flame knows my name
I have been both wound and remedy
departure and return
the girl who swallowed her own voice
and the woman who coughed it back up
smoke rising from her tongue

I am still learning the language of enough
still stitching the woman I was
from the scatter of who I am becoming
and each time I choose myself
the world shifts wider
as if it too
has been holding its breath
for me to arrive




We are delighted to have attending Keep an eye out for speaker stories and schedule times 👀🔗Tickets in bio ...
15/10/2025

We are delighted to have attending
Keep an eye out for speaker stories and schedule times 👀

🔗Tickets in bio

Lately, poetry is lending power to process. I’ve started sharing my poetry and other musings over on Substack: work that...
15/10/2025

Lately, poetry is lending power to process.
I’ve started sharing my poetry and other musings over on Substack: work that speaks to the becoming, the burning, the messy, necessary parts of being alive.

If that’s a language you understand, I’d love you to join me there.
Subscribe through the link below. I’ll be posting Becoming later today.

https://substack.com/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=1gbm0l


Two years ago in Rome, I found myself surrounded by women who live and breathe food. The energy was electric, with Irish...
14/10/2025

Two years ago in Rome, I found myself surrounded by women who live and breathe food. The energy was electric, with Irish women in food business and women from every corner of the world sharing stories, ideas, and courage.

What I remember most is the connection. The sense of being part of something bigger than yourself. Women who feed others in every sense of the word, coming together to lift and listen and remind each other what’s possible.

As I prepare to head to Barcelona for the 2026 , I’m carrying that feeling with me. The anticipation of learning, reconnecting, and being part of a global community of women who make the world a more generous place, one shared table at a time.

For most of my lifeI tried to earn my space in the room.To hold the noise still.To get it right.To fold myself into shap...
13/10/2025

For most of my life
I tried to earn my space in the room.
To hold the noise still.
To get it right.
To fold myself into shapes
that looked like everyone else.
I called it discipline.
But it was survival.
It was masking until my jaw ached,
smiling through the static in my brain,
pretending the bright lights didn’t hurt.
They don’t tell you that perfection
is just control with a prettier name.
The world loves tidy,
but tidy is heavy when your mind is loud.
I heard the word imposter
pulsing behind my eyes.
Too much.
Too strange.
Too scattered.
Too late.
But I was never an imposter.
I was just trying to find a rhythm
that didn’t crush the way I think.
And one day
something in me gave up on perfect.
I stopped smoothing.
I stopped apologising.
I stopped calling my chaos a problem.
Because chaos is life,
raw and unfiltered.
It’s the burnt toast,
the sentence that tangles halfway out of your mouth,
the idea that lands sideways but still lands.
It’s forgetting why you walked into the room
and remembering something brilliant instead.
It’s tears and belly laughs
and a brain that won’t stop connecting things.
Maybe we were never meant to have it all together.
Maybe we were meant to fall apart
and start again every day.
To stutter.
To spin out.
To feel everything too hard
and still show up anyway.
Because belonging isn’t about being normal.
It’s about being seen in your own frequency.
You belong here.
Not once you’re organised.
Not once you’re fixed.
But now.
Messy. Glorious. Human.
There is beauty in the breaking.
There is grace in the grit.
And if you listen,
under the hum,
you can hear yourself whisper,
I’m still here.
I always was.

Come along to the masterclass I am copresenting with the magnificent
My fellow author at this years

The title of our masterclass is " The Two Worst Dinner Guests" - Petfectionism and Imposter Syndrome.

This is going to be such a heartled session in what is always an inctedible global symposium on food and culture.

Incidentally, I first heard speak her infamous words: " To Niche!" Back in 2022 and was emboldened to reach out to her for some advice, only to land my first book deal!!

13/10/2025

Such a joy to see Ciara Shine’s brand new cookbook Ciara’s Catch out in the world today. A beautiful celebration of family, food and the sea — written with such heart.

I’m so honoured that one of my recipes found its way into these pages. Huge congratulations to Ciara and the whole Shine family on this next chapter. Wishing you every success and continued joy in all you do — what a gift you’ve created. 🌊💙

Life is not neat.It will break you openand hand you beautyin the same breath.The dark does not disappear.The light does ...
08/10/2025

Life is not neat.
It will break you open
and hand you beauty
in the same breath.

The dark does not disappear.
The light does not wait.
They arrive together,
daring you to keep moving.

Balance is a myth.
What matters is the step forward.
One foot, then the next.
Even when the ground shakes.

Beauty is not handed over.
You fight for it.
You seek it out.
You notice it in the cracks.

The metals are mixed.
The path is uneven.
And still,
there is light enough
to walk on.



Two years of genocide. Two years of unbearable loss.I have written a new piece about what this has meant, not just for P...
06/10/2025

Two years of genocide. Two years of unbearable loss.

I have written a new piece about what this has meant, not just for Palestine but for all of us. For the millions who have marched, for the hundreds who have braved the sea on the Freedom Flotilla, and for those of us who can no longer live in the dark.

The suffering of the Palestinian people has been a beacon that has forced many of us to wake up. It has shifted the sleepy middle ground and ignited a new level of consciousness. Their grief has become our grief. Their hope, our collective call to act.

This piece is my attempt to put words to that awakening, and to honour the resilience that continues in the face of devastation.

The full article is live now. Link in my stories and saved in highlights if you miss it.

https://open.substack.com/pub/orlamcandrew/p/two-years-of-consciousness-rising?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=1gbm0l

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