Stop what you’re doing. Put down your salad. Step away from your bowl of quinoa and kale. Make your way with haste to 212 Devonshire Street Surry Hills. There’s a new kid on the block in Sydney, and it’s cheekily serving one of the city’s best sandwiches. It would be easy to get distracted at […]
Archive for March, 2014
There I was, prone on the floor. Crawling over me and beyond to lick shoes, press eject on the DVD player and investigate the cord for the vacuum was a seven month old ball of chaos and chub. To him I now only seem to serve three purposes; climbing frame, trampoline and drink bottle. The […]
I wish I could send you all a piece of this loaf. No, scratch that. In order to have the full experience of this loaf I first need to bundle you up and drive you two and a bit hours south of Sydney. I need you to turn up my mother’s agapantha flanked drive, hand […]
It’s easy to lose yourself while trying to sell a house. It’s not just being bereft of three quarters of your earthly possessions while it’s on the market (a process I’ve learned is dubbed ‘decluttering’- which translates as a tall blonde stylist walking through your flat and pointing at every second thing and saying ‘this, […]
Blueberry muffins. Scones, split in half topped with a squelch of strawberry jam and a tiny fist of cream. Maybe fingers of banana bread, triangles of fairy bread and the odd skewers of pastel-hued melon – where more of the juices will end lining pint sized t shirts than stomachs. Ah, the joys of […]