Valentines Shmalentines. I’ve never gone in for it. In the early days it was because it would have clashed with the cloak of cynicism, black jumpers and soundtrack of Tori Amos I carted around. Each year February 14 meant; (cue a chorus of tiny violins, playing just for me) no cards in the sack at […]
dessert
This is less of a recipe and more of an edible postcard. Greetings from here. If the adage says that you should start a year the way you wish it to go on, this is not a bad way to do it. I’m sitting at the solid blonde table in our friends’ place at Avoca […]
Is there anything greater than a pav? To me it’s more Australian than budgie smugglers and pie-with-sauce (though a few Kiwi’s I know might raise some arms about this claim). It’s a dessert that screams of childhood parties and celebratory feasts. For those not familiar, or hungry for waffling description- here we go; imagine a […]
What does Paris taste like to you? To me, it’s coffee eclairs. Fat pastry fingers, bloated with caffeinated custard. They’re my danger zone. They’re one of those things (for the sake of my jeans), that I pretend don’t exist. Except when we’re in Paris. Then all bets are off. An eclair was the first things […]
I’m not the kind of lass who watches a lot of sports. And I lucked into marrying a man who’s more likely to update his spreadsheet of where to get a decent espresso, than mark a motorcross event into our shared diary. But the Rugby World Cup is a little bit different. When it rolls […]