Same same but different Saturdays

Same same but different Saturdays

It’s Saturday again.

If we were home in Sydney, the routine would look something like this- the Hungry One might wake up early and go for a surf and a coffee with some friends. I would very contentedly totter downstairs, collect the Sydney Morning Herald and make myself a pot of Earl Grey tea and take them both back up to bed.

On his return we might wander to Dank St Waterloo for lunch and do some shopping, meet some friends, spend the afternoon cooking or go out that night.

As we have no friends here, no surf to be seen and no English language newspapers, Saturdays are looking a little different. …

An apple a day

An apple a day

I’ll admit- I’ve had a checkered history when it comes to apples.

There used to be a little red delicious propped every day in my lunch box next to a ham sandwich. I’d say about 50% of the time I ate it. The proportion that I ate it was in an inversere relationship to the amount of apples that were floury and pappy and fell apart on your tongue like a sad sandcastle. Every recess there was a round of Russian roulette with the first bite.

Then in my final year of high school I went a little nutty. The diet I adopted while studying and honing all the elements of …

Breakfasts of champions

Breakfasts of champions

At home, breakfast is usually during the week a fairly plain affair. Sometimes its one of the Hungry One’s Chunky Monkey smoothies ( chocolate protein powder, a banana, milk and a shot of coffee). Othertimes its cereal and some fruit.

But here, it’s cold and we’re on holidays. I don’t think the Hungry One has quite recovered from discovering at the local supermarket that all cereals come with a holiday version here- that is- a chocolate studded version.

And it’s not just the cereals. Since we’ve been here, breakfast has been croissants stuffed with chocolate, brioche stuffed with chocolate and long breadsticks, broken off in chunks and devoured on the …