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 […]
slow carb
A meal in two chapters. MONDAY: At least dinner was pretty. It was pleasing to look down at and it was politically correct. There was no meat on the plate. Beyond that- it was thrifty- the tops of the heirloom purple organic carrots were re purposed in the pesto. The seeds were pepitas- the very […]
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 […]
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 […]