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 . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
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 . . .
Fritters are completely unglamorous/don't fit into any real cuisine type, but they're tasty, and that's kind of all I ask for in a Sunday dinner. I want flavour and I usually want it fried and crispy and salted up the wazoo. My mum makes vegetable fritters with a thick pancake-like batter, with tons of steamed vegetables stuffed in there, and serves them with either a) gravox and mashed potato . . .
Look up! UP THERE! And check out my new logo. It kind of completes me. It was designed for me by this talented designer/food-eating/photo-taking woman I know called Reana McCourt. She also makes her own clothes, which is pretty darn awesome. Thanks for the stellar design job, lady. Moving along, let us talk sugo. . . .