In my efforts to break away from the crutch of carbs these white beans have become my blue jeans. They’re my ballet slippers. The big grey jumper. They’re my stretchy black sun dress, or for The Hungry One, the football jersey that he should really let go of. In essence, they’re what I reach for […]
feeding a crowd
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 […]
Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb. It’s what we used to say to make ‘noise’ on stage. A generic blurbling; all sound, no fury. There’s been a bit of blurbling going on over here too. It’s good noise. I may have dropped a hint at the close of last year about some good things percolating. This is about […]
The main event in Oscarsfeast The dish: The film: The reason: Gil (Owen Wilson in the best interpretation of chicken-legged Woody Allen since the auteur himself) believes there is nowhere finer than Paris, at night, in the rain. He and his fiancée Inez thought they were just hitching a visit with her parents to the […]
Just as there are sounds that can whisk you to memories, there are tastes that take me straight to a place. This salsa is one of them. I rarely make it when I’m not at Avoca Beach, an hour and a half north of Sydney- because the tang and burn that I’m not there is […]