Birthdays are a funny thing for me. With each passing year, I increasingly find myself in a ‘to celebrate or not to celebrate’ conundrum. To celebrate seems a self-indulgent, tricky bringing together of busy people …
Happy 2014, my lovely readers! I hope it’s been a wonderful start to the year for you all. I foresee an exciting cooking year ahead pour moi ... quick, easy dinners interspersed with feasts to …
As the Melbourne weather ducks and weaves its way around the enigmatic summer sunshine, I find myself confused by the tricksy grey skies that remind me of Germany this time last year. In what has …
Tomorrow, actually today now, I have a date with a backpack and a flight bound for Bangkok. The adventure couldn’t come at a better time. I have finished one chapter at Publishing House X, and …
On this rainy Melbourne day, I sit in my green pod on Level 5 of Publishing House X, deathly silent but for the sound of the rain, which smacks against the window haphazardly. The high …
Yesterday was a beautiful spring day in Melbourne. A sunny day for my sunny friend, Linda, who had passed away a few days earlier and whose colourful life was celebrated in a service at midday. I’m …
The past couple of weeks, for me, have been filled with tales of a very different type of cooking to that which I adore. As a juror on a manslaughter trial, I have been immersed …
Somewhere, out there, in the wide metropolis of Melbourne, is photographic evidence of me milking a goat. Said goat belongs to Rodney Dunn, owner of the Agrarian Kitchen in Lachlan, Tasmania, where I decided to …
Two weeks ago, a wayward virus weaved its way in and out of heating ducts, through closed-door offices, around ergonomic chairs and over the high partitions that separate the pods on Level 5 of Publishing …
Have you ever had the experience of picking up a pencil, paint brush or pen and completely losing yourself in a creative frenzy, with no idea of where it will take you and what you …