One of the great creatives in the food photography/Instagram world passed away today. Beth Kirby aka Local Milk. What a loss! May you RIP Beth. You taught me so much and you will be missed. A2s learning disability link nurse Beth Kirby organised a quiz on world down syndrome day. The top winners of the quiz won prizes organised by Belle and Heather. Well done to Deputy Sister Suresh, Deputy Sister Ramos Espino and Nurse Rocel who all won prizes.
“Here I am, I am now,” Beth Kirby kept repeating to herself. It’s a mantra of a man who has battled demons in many forms – addiction, insanity, self-loathing – and has learned that by being present and finding the divine in everyday life, it can turn once unhealthy energy into positive creativity. Two years ago, she started the Local Milk blog to share her culinary creations inspired by Southern heritage. It quickly morphed into beautiful photographs, elegant prose and a rare honesty that helped embody the community she’d longed for. Now, she’s a hot food stylist and chef — including co-hosting a recent Nashville Kinship Dinner — and she’s constantly getting the chance to share her gifts with others.
Take a moment to chat with Beth Kirby and you’ll be hooked in no time. Her throbbing enthusiasm, lyrical diction, and unrelenting gratitude for life all have a slightly Southern flair, often interrupted by adorable laughter. When the well-meaning 31-year-old revealed that until three years ago she had few friends for most of her adult life, it was hard for her to accept. But that’s just one of many changes in Beth’s life since returning to her hometown of Chattanooga, Tennessee.
This month marks Beth’s third year of sobriety, following a destructive, rebellious journey through her 20s, plagued by alcoholism, addiction, bipolar disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder and ADHD. She started her blog Local Milk two years ago as she struggles to channel her energy into positive things that help her sober. At first it was just to document the recipes she created, but it quickly evolved, combining raw but stunning photos of her gastronomic creations with expressive prose about her simultaneously turbulent and joyful life. s story. Writing has always been a part of Beth’s existence, and as a child, she had a small poetry folder as her constant companion.
Since her family’s only food tradition is eating out at chain restaurants on a regular basis, all her memories of cooking as a child are with her grandmother. “She never cooked—even on the morning of the anniversary of her death, she would get up to make banana bread,” Beth recalls fondly. “Your kitchen is a mess. It’s a mess, and it’s full of flour—a very livable treat. I remember she had a black walnut tree in her backyard and we sat outside cracking walnuts. At the farmers market, she was haggling with farmers for corn. and we went home and shucked. She made something very special – southern dishes like cornbread and fried okra and crackers. I take it for granted because it was only grandma’s food until I didn’t really get into it until later. That’s why I’m focusing on cooking now.”