Those who have read the blog for a while now will be well acquainted with the oatmeal squares that frame each photo. They’re bland, boring… safe. For those who haven’t guessed, it’s not a speciality prop from my extensive supply; it’s the the carpet adjacent to the window; up here in our castle in the …
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This is about a post plane trip meal. I’ve talked a bit before about what I feel like eating after a flight. Sometimes it’s a comforting roast chicken dish like this. Sometimes it’s all about the greens and beans. And after the most recent 28 hour commute from Sydney to London, it’s this. I promise, …
There’s a potato salad that’s sold at the supermarket near our flat in London. It haunts me at night; gloopy with mayonnaise, thickened by an alphabet soup of letters that make up stabilisers. The potato seems floury, cubes of bland pap held together by starch and a little sadness. There are speckles of colour through …
Inspiration comes from different places. Sometimes it arrives in the middle of the night, like a bolt. Sometimes it’s what you see at the markets. Sometimes it’s something you’ve read. Other times it comes from a dish you’ve tasted, and you’re chasing after an imitation. And occasionally, it comes from a smell. This is a …
‘Do you have something morally against carbs?’ This was a question posed to me on twitter the other day after I’d posted on instagram some of my meals. I’d originally been posting photos tagged as from a ‘no carb prison’. Over time it’s softened to just a no carb place. The fact is, I have …
