Archive for February, 2011

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Kopapa

This is the one where I become a convert to parfait. Donkey said it best. “Parfaits! Have you ever met a person, you say, “Let’s get some parfait,” they say, “Hell no, I don’t like no parfait”?” (Shrek, 2001) Until a week ago, I was that person. I just didn’t get parfait. It always seemed […]

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Monday night souffles

We’re still striving for Meatless Mondays. It’s only fair. It’s part of our attempt to reduce our carbon footprint. You can’t travel like we do without toting some emotional baggage about the effects of your indulgences. You also can’t be an Australian and see what’s been happening in the last couple of weeks and not […]

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Foxcroft and Ginger

In the past week I may have spent more time on the couch at Foxcroft and Ginger than at home. It’s just  that sort of place.  You’ll find it smack in the middle of Soho, buffeted by the markets on Berwick street and skirted by streets speckled with sex shops. From the outside Foxcroft and […]

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How far will you go

How far will you go for a great lunch? This was a question that was stalking me as I clambered back up a 60 degree slope that was covered in streams of powder and ice. We’ve flown across the world for meals. El Bulli. Fat Duck. Osteria Francescana. Per Se. We drove six hours into […]

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This was not the breakfast I intended to make

Most of the time, breakfast involves oats.  They’re low GI. Cheap as chips. When the weather is warm they’re muddled into bircher muesli, that’s often stained Rainbow Brite pink by the leaching hues of frozen berries. Breakfast bircher (aka Project Big Tub) When it’s cold, the oats are nurtured into porridge. To look at, it’s […]