PSA: if you need to have a good cry, I recommend watching Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey. Ya know, the 1993 movie about a wise old golden retriever called Shadow, a bulldog called Chance and a cat called Sassy who set out on a cross-country journey to find their owners? Yesterday I was having a bad day, so I skipped out on life and ate cereal on the couch whilst watching it. SO MANY TEARS. . . .
Can we talk about the weather for a sec, like small talk? It's definitely Spring now in Brisbane. Yesterday was HOT. Today is gonna be HOT, and we're gonna go swimming in a friend's pool. Aside from general heat, here are a few other indicators about the change in season: last night I had to get Maths dude to dispose of a monster-sized huntsman spider on the outside of our apartment. To my eyes, . . .
The other Sunday, I cooked a big batch of fritters up for dinner, and Mark, my housemate, commented in between mouthfuls that he considered fritters to be my specialty. At first I didn't know how to feel. Not my pound cakes or my brownies? Not my risotto? Just my fritters. Oh, okay. The truth is I make fritters on the regular. Once a week if not more. Leftover curry? In it goes. Cans of beans? . . .
Today was one of those days when I woke up craving caaarbs. Solid, bad-for-you carbs from bread or pasta. Screw the bananas, kiwis and pears looking all healthy and smug in the fruit bowl. I went to the freezer and picked out a couple of things: a failed pumpkin seed bread roll made with spent grain from all of Maths dude's brewing, reminiscent of a large pebble, and a thick slice from a failed . . .
This is a story about cheese rolls. Whilst in Dunedin last month, Maths dude and I attempted to seek out the best coffee and food in town (I don't mean to say that like I just make casual trips to Dunedin all the time, I wish I could though). We rolled up here and I was a snotty mess so I ordered soup with "cheese rolls". Cheese rolls sound pretty nondescript, right? Like they could just be . . .
For the Queen's Birthday long weekend just gone we had two dear friends staying in our apartment. To give some context, our apartment is a tiny 2-bedroom apartment that's already pretty cramped with three people living in it. With Reana and her man peach taking up both of the couches, you might think we were really squished, but it didn't feel like it at all. Life is always so good when I get . . .
I have a thing for stuffing vegetables with other vegetables. In the case of eggplants, you not only get to stuff them with other vegetables BUT WITH THEMSELVES TOO! That's why I love eggplants. For this recipe, I used to slice the eggplants in half, sprinkle with salt, and roast them for 30 minutes or so. Then I'd spend a good 20 minutes trying to hack out the middles and always end up . . .
Today I’m gonna talk about England! England is awesome. Maths dude and I lived there (in Brighton!) in 2012. It’s kind of my soul country. I constantly feel nostalgic for its gloom and the fact that Londoners tend to lie down on the nearest patch of grass when the sun decides to come out. One time I went swimming in the English Channel and felt like my limbs were going to freeze right off. It made . . .
Chicken and blue cheese? Ya, it works. In a spring roll? WAT? Yeah, I thought it was a bit weird too, until I tried it in a craft beer bar in Tokyo, surrounded by other yummy goodies like tofu skewers and meatballs (and some damn good beer). My scepticism was immediately dispelled. . . .
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Melbourne caprese salad, let me explain what the deal is here: it's quite similar to a regular caprese. It's got tomatoes, mozzarella and basil. The difference? Every ingredient must be lovingly selected from marketplaces in the nation's culinary capital. The ingredients are then sliced up and served in a quirky terraced house and washed down with some . . .