It's been two weeks since my last blog post, and I'm bringing you soup. Brisbane has entered its proper winter phase. Things that signal winter has arrived: - people start wearing maroon-coloured jerseys around town, meaning State of Origin is upon us - the open air ice-skating rink appears in King George Square - the golden orb spiders have all but disappeared from sight / been eaten by . . .
Introducing, 11 days late, the Cook Better 2016 theme for MARCH! #CBsummersundaysessions. Each month, Josie of Oh Messy Life and I want to inspire you to be a better cook by providing a food-related theme to live by for every month of this year. To participate, simply make a dish inspired by the theme, and Instagram it using the monthly hashtag. It's the last days of summer here in the southern . . .
Maths dude and I are meant to be planning our wedding. We've even booked our honeymoon flights (SEE YA IN OCTOBER, SF), but neither of us seems to really want to take the reigns and get the damn wedding organised. The more I think about it, the less I want to do it, and this honeymoon trip is turning into a let's-go-to-America-just-because trip. Who needs a reason anyway? Because we have a big . . .
I'm feeling pretty grateful right now to inhabit a place that does not, no matter what, reach such temperatures as -26C, a place where its residents never, ever have to feel that degree of cold unless they choose to travel somewhere else to experience it. In fact, Wikipedia tells me that the lowest temperature recorded in Brisbane is -0.1C. Just below freezing. Just that one time. We are a world . . .
Sunday afternoon has me listening to the same, short Spotify playlist on repeat whilst finishing off some work and nomming some leftover risotto (speaking of nomming, have you met Nommable yet? One of my favourite new blogs that I discovered via Wednesday's virtual pumpkin party?? Gimme all the pumpkin moon pies and pumpkin pepita cranberry bread). And ~spoiler alert~ Maths dude and I also woke up . . .
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 . . .