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 […]
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I worry about what has happened to our beloved Bondi. This iconic curve of Sydney sand has changed since we’ve been gone. Some for the better; the most recent advent of Gelato Messina and Sensory Lab coffee down the previously dead end of Hall Street is a boon. But the hipsters. Oh; the hipsters, I […]
I had grand plans for this dish. I had visions of placing the lion’s share of it into methodically labelled tupperware and embarking on the ‘Winter is coming’ process of stocking of the freezer. A nesting woman and a label maker is a dangerous combination. I present to you exhibit a) And yet, it never […]
It’s hard to know which comes first; the contentedness you clock when you’re around familiar things, or whether it’s the things themselves that deliver a sense of calm. I’ve just had my first Saturday morning back in my old flat. It’s been a strange two weeks of opening boxes and finding ghosts of my former […]
There are dishes that stain your memories; that tag along with your thoughts like a nagging toddler. This is about one of them. Based on some bogus science I would hazard a guess that for every 24 chicken dinners that prove beige and forgettable, there’s one that will sing. I’m thinking about chicken a bit […]