This is a special pork dish. While I struggled to swallow that our wedding was four years ago, I’m also grappling with the fact that it’s been four years since I wrote this about one of our favourite Japanese restaurants in Sydney. March 2008 When you get the wind knocked out of you, you […]
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I’ve got lost, circa 1977. I’ve become mislaid in a moment that I know just bits about. It’s before I was even a twinkle in my father’s eye. It’s before my sister was born. Before The Empire Strikes Back. I think it’s about then that devils on horseback had their hay day. These days it’s […]
There are dinners that are a gamble. The risk is not whether they’ll work – most food is salvageable to a degree (when in doubt, chop it small and toss it through a frittata). It’s more about how the meal will play for an audience. It’s important to know what people hate. I keep a […]
Here’s the thing about ribs. There an absolutist feast. You either love them (usually with with a fire burning passion) or you hate them. If you hate the there’s every chance that the sight of people tearing at sticky, stringy bone-tethered meat with their bare hands makes you hide corner and hum ‘ooh ooh child’ […]
His parents may have called him Wombat, his wife-to-be may be fond of calling him ‘Big Willie’, but to us; he’s His Royal Highness Prince William of Wales. This sensible and steadying Pork Wellington is in honour of the strapping man who will one day be the King of England. Like him, this wellington is […]