Photo: the very brilliant Cameron McNee I choose my choice. So often what I make is about pleasing others. Not in a ‘woe is me’ kind of way. More that one of the best things about cooking is putting something on a plate that will bring light to another person’s face. But stuff that. It […]
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The start of a morning. The sodden fog of waking up. Stumble to the kitchen. Click on the kettle. Finish last night’s drying up. Put things in the cupboards. Begin to make a cup of Earl Grey- weak- just slightly scared by the taint of the teabag. If the sky seems a little lower than […]
A year ago I was sitting at Vini in Surry Hills, fondling a cube of their spiced chocolate panforte and finishing an espresso. It was the perfect end to dinner on my birthday eve. In the 364 days that followed some pretty amazing things have pranced across this palate. What is below is nothing more […]
How do I recognise a proper slap dash night out? It’s about bubbles. I can identify a corker of a night not by whether I blow dry my hair, or fanny about with individual fake eyelashes. It’s not always about flying across the world for a dinner reservation (because surely only crazy people do that) […]
When I’m left to my own devices- there’s every chance that dinner is going to look like this. The Hungry One is at Oktoberfest. In all honesty, I couldn’t think of anything worse if I tried. Carnival rides. Crowds. Oopah bands. Sticky hoards of anglo men, with beer flushed cheeks and malt-soured breath. It was […]