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 . . .
I just finished reading a book called Still Alice and I have never cried so much reading a book in my entire life. Poor Maths dude had to comfort me a lot. It's a fictional story about a 50-year-old Harvard psychology professor who is diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's disease, and Claudia recommended it to me, but I imagine her reading it and maintaining at least a small degree of medical . . .
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 weekend I'm going to Socktoberfest, where we will drink the prized home-brewed bock that Maths dude has been hiding from us, and we will eat ginger cookies and pretzels and cheese kransky and be merry whilst wearing ridiculous socks. If it sounds silly, it definitely is, and I'm really excited. I made this salad to try and at least be healthy for the days leading up to Socktoberfest, . . .
In my cooking comfort zone are things like cake, brownies, cookies, fritters, casseroles, one-pot meals, scones, my vegetarian grilled nachos. In the zone of trepidation are croissants, meringue buttercream, macarons, lots of kinds of meat, many-layered cakes, deep fryers (and lots of other refined techniques) - tell me I'm not alone in at least some of these?! - and Indian curries. I love to eat . . .
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? . . .
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 . . .
BRRRRRR! Things are getting extremely nippy here in the Vegas* so I wanted to post a recipe for soup tout de suite, because AUTUMN! Autumn is glorious. Of course, this cooler weather is making it all too easy to nestle under a blanket and watch Gossip Girl all day, only getting up to nuke some soup and then dump kidney beans, coriander, yoghurt and lime juice on it. And tea. Oh, so many cups of . . .