This is an excellent chicken pie. It’s what I made for Mother’s Day in some muted moments of contemplation in the kitchen. If you swiftly need a pie that takes inspiration from the cosseting chicken casseroles of the deep south (poppyseeds and all), but isn’t topped with broken Jatz/Ritz crackers and chubby with cans of […]
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I could probably meter the adult chapter of my life in fish pies. The first is a famed one from Sydney. So much so that it’s become somewhat of a culinary cautionary tale.It’s a stern yoke for any chef that tends the burners at The Boathouse at Blackwattle Bay. The Boathouse is a spot with […]
I am not MacGyver. Yet there is something about motherhood that has made me so. A caveat. I am swiftly discovering that parenting doesn’t always look or feel like you imagined it. I didn’t imagine that I would cry along with my son when he got his first set of immunisations. It was the look […]
It’s starting to feel like a game of snakes and ladders over here. Just when you think you’re moving ahead and ticking things off; tiny clothes washed in lavender scented organic detergents, the mechanics of swaddling wraps comprehended and change tables assembled, you tumble backwards. Now we’re nearing the close of it all – there’s […]
A while ago we needed to talk about the curse of googling when growing a human. Now I think we might need to talk about the weeping. Seriously. I may be one small part English, but it seems I did not inherit a stiff upper lip. While I like to think of myself as generally […]