Category: pork
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My big fat feasting long weekend part 1
Yeah I know it’s been a week since I last gave you a bang up insight into the world of my kitchen, but it was new menu time at the restaurant and, as any head chef* will tell you, new menu time does not offer us much personal space, family time or blog-land time. When…
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My Rum Diaries, A Birthday Feast, Lemonade for Breakfast, and Other Ramblings…
This is just a little FYI, a heads up, a snippet of information about me, and my Achilles Heal of the world of alcoholic beverages. If we by some random twist of fate ever meet and say, go out for a bit of a drink and a laugh, please do not buy me rum. Rum…
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I have a bone to pick with you…
This one is for my friend Grant. Not because I have a bone to pick with him. And not because he is a particularly good looking ranga* I have the pleasure of knowing. But this is for Grant purely because he laughs so much sometimes a bit of wee comes out. Warning. This article contains…
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Old man’s day, aka father’s day
Firstly I should say that I really enjoy father’s day. I get presents and shit so it’s kinda like an extra birthday that I’ve managed to piggy back in with the birth of my first son* Sebastian. We also backed him up with the birth of our second son Obi, just in case Seba forgot.…
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Movida Aqui Melbourne
MOVIDA AQUI, Burke St, Melbourne This place, on this day, for these people, could not be faulted. The staff was attentive and in high spirits, it looked like they were having a good time, which is always a plus in this industry. My friend Ewey is the chef so we left him in charge of…
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My Nana Rose’s Pea and Ham Soup
I can remember the days when it seamed that everyone thought it was cool to throw rubbish from your car window (not at the drive through skip bin), and really cool to smoke cigarettes in the car with the kids in the back. A baby could be nursed in the front seat and even breastfed…
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The Bad Boy Burger
Like a lot of good stories this one starts at the beginning. It has a middle and an end. Although it does not necessarily like getting its end wet. I, on the other hand, enjoy the wetting of ones’ end from time to time. If you are not Australian, or are at least descendent from…
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Paul’s Caul – the same old shit… and helping out an old friend
PAUL’S CAUL Same old shit This sounds ominous… is Paul about to start ranting about the state of affairs in world politics? No I’m not instead I may take a small jaunt down rant lane with destination number one, your shopping trolley (or basket if you live alone and have no friends). The trolley is…
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onion jam, chilli capsicum chutney and my mates Charlie and Jess
CHARLIE AND JESS This is the breakfast I made for my friends Charlie and Jess (this is the third Jess on my list of pretend friends. Sorry about the unwillingness to engage the part of my brain that could help with that). They are really nice people and I’m not sure what a blog is…
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Mussels with meatballs and other stuff
MEATY MUSSELS? A MUSSEL WITH SOME MEATY BALLS? MY MUSSEL AND BALLS ARE MEATY? THE LION, THE WITCH AND… NOPE MUSSELS WITH MEATBALLS AND OTHER STUFF It sounds like a Friday night cabaret at the Blue Oyster Club. I know what you’re thinking. Or, more correctly, I think I know what your thinking.…
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