Burtons Lane Curry Paste

22/03/2026

Grab your ticket and come say hi Tuesday morning Meet the Producer segment. I’ll share the story behind our products and some tasters will be available for you to try.

18/09/2025

22/08/2025

My Great Grandmother born on this day in 1894. I’ve been thinking about her a lot these last 24 hours. The things she overcame and accomplished. What I’ve been contemplated the most is what she did late in her life after she became blind. She learnt braille, the Bible her favourite book to read. I have a chair she had woven the top of. She covered coat hangers, never allowing her lack of vision stop her.

And of course before this she taught herself to cook on the roadside, built a business around food, immigrated to Australia and raised a family.

I sometimes wish the generations before me could live forever so I could continue to glean wisdom.

Eternally grateful for this woman and what she’s gifted us.

28/07/2025

Our origin story is a little different and so is our curry paste. No big launch. No fancy chef. Just a family recipe that refused to stay quiet. Made in a real kitchen, from real life, for real flavours. Thanks for having us as part of your dinner table.

27/05/2025

OK, story time!

After April, I was wrecked.
It was a big month—beautiful, expansive and it showed me just what my business is capable of.
But I can’t do it like that anymore. Not at that pace. Not at the cost of my nervous system. Full stop.

I’m all in on personal growth. I love becoming more of who I’m here to be.
But business? I still feel like an amateur most days. Like I’m fumbling around in the dark, often circling the same old block.

So I do what I know works: I get out of my own bubble.

Enter a women’s business event held right here in my backyard. I’ve been before.
Honestly, I wasn’t rushing to get a ticket this time. I figured, if I was meant to be there, it’d line up.
Then I saw was speaking and was designing the goodie bags and I thought:
Right. I’m going!

I arrived in shy mode.
Dodged the cameras. Skipped the photo wall. Went straight to the corner seat and settled in.

This was the fifth and final Huddle.
The first round of elevator pitches began and… nope. My hands stayed firmly in my lap.

By lunch, I knew it was now or never.
Mitch walked by with the mic and I whispered, “My hand’s up.”
He vanished.

But thanks to a lunch delay and zooming around with all her wit and sparkle, microphone in hand… Suddenly she was in front of me. I spoke (no clue what I said) and she grabbed me and whooshed me straight across the room…

It was magic. A real-deal moment of connection and delight and being seen.

Sometimes, all it takes is putting your hand up. The universe does the rest.

07/05/2025

I spent the weekend with my 98-year-old Grandma. Not to do anything grand - just to give her a little holiday from needing to care for herself.
We moved slow. Her pace. Only the essentials: food, warmth, rest. It was lovely.

Her one request? Pizza.
So I made one. Thick base, simple toppings, and a generous smear of Burtons Lane Kussaundi underneath it all. She took one bite and said: “That’s what makes it. The flavour lingers.”

The next morning, she asked for more.

That night, she said not to worry about the dahl we’d talked about.
But by then, I’d already soaked the split peas.
Sometimes, love starts before the words do.

Here’s how I made the dahl:
• Soaked 500g yellow split peas in water (about 5 hours)
• Fried one brown onion in oil
• Added 3 soup spoons of Burtons Lane Curry Paste, fried it off
• Stirred in drained split peas, 2 veggie stock cubes, water to cover
• Simmered gently for 1–2 hours until soft
• Roasted some of Dad’s pumpkin and added it with a few handfuls of baby spinach at the end

I filled Grandma’s freezer with it.

And when I got home, I craved it again - that warm, soulful feeling.
So I made another batch, this time with coconut milk and the pumpkin cooked right in.
Still stirred through the spinach at the end.

But I wondered…
was it really the dahl I was craving?
Or the feeling of her presence - lingering in my kitchen… in my life… forever?

There’s something about this paste.
It doesn’t just flavour your food - it wraps around your memories.
It turns simple ingredients into something that says: you are cared for.

And maybe, just maybe, if the flavour lingers long enough… she might too.

24/03/2025

I never imagined I’d be here… sharing this little jar of magic that once felt like a family secret.

But the truth is, it was never just my secret. This curry paste has been passed down, shared quietly between family kitchens, an extended family treasure that always seemed to find its way to the table when people gathered.

Years ago, when my great-grandparents made the decision to sell the family business so they could migrate to Australia, some of those treasured recipes went with it. You’ll still find them on the shelves today, jars of flavour with the BOLST’s label in supermarkets like Coles and Woolies.

But this paste, the one I’m sharing with you now, stayed in the family. It’s one of the recipes they carried with them, tucked safely in their hearts (and handwritten notes) as they started their new life.

For a long time, I kept it close, feeling like it wasn’t mine to share. But something kept whispering… “This isn’t just for you.”

So here it is, a jar filled with flavour, heart, and a whole lot of love.

To those who’ve already brought it into your kitchen, thank you for trusting me with your tastebuds. And to those who haven’t yet… your next curry night is waiting for a little extra magic.

I’d love to see what you create, tag me in your curry night photos!

17/03/2025

Marriage: equal parts love, laughter… and deep breaths. 😅

If you’ve ever been driven mad by someone you couldn’t live without, you’ll get it.

Drop a ‘🥄🥘’ if you’ve got a ‘Bradley’ in your life - the one who keeps things fun (and occasionally makes you question your patience!).

28/01/2025

I am proud to be an Australian. Yet, in the lead-up to Australia Day over the last few years, I’ve felt like there’s a growing sense of shame around it—as though we’re not even meant to talk about it. Yes, our country has had a turbulent history, and to be honest, there’s a lot of it I probably don’t fully understand. What I do know, however, is that there’s deep generational trauma that’s still evident today.

Despite this, I’ve always loved celebrating Australia Day. Over the years, it’s been about gathering with friends, enjoying a water slide, heading to the beach or the lake—sharing moments that remind me of how grateful I am to live here.

When I attend my kids’ school assemblies and hear the national anthem, I often wish we’d sing it with the pride it deserves. The second verse, in particular, moves me every time:
‘For those who’ve come across the seas, we’ve boundless plains to share,
With courage let us all combine to Advance Australia Fair.’

My grandparents and great-grandparents came across the seas to this land of opportunity. I feel so blessed and grateful to call myself Australian and to raise my children here.

Maybe it’s naïve of me to hope that, somehow, all the cultures in this land can find a way to move forward together. At some point, forgiveness needs to be found. And for each of us, self-responsibility—choosing how we live our lives—has to come into play.

So here’s my highlights reel of this year’s Australia Day weekend: a wedding, cricket, beach trips, tennis, the heat, a dam swim, and so much joy. It’s a reminder of everything I love about this country and what it means to me to be Australian.