The importance of turning up late

You can never rely on people, particularly when you’re cooking.
I have a mate of mine that I cook for all the time, I call him Rusty.
Every weekend barring death or dismemberment he dutifully comes over and I cook him something.

The Tale of the Mystery Sausage.

I’ve had a liking for a number of years for Chinese Plum Sausages. I don’t know why but mercifully for some reason I’ve always been able to stumble across at least one butcher that’s easily gotten to that will make Chinese Plum Sausages.

The art of the joy

I have this vague fascination with domestic cookery. Actually that’s a lie I have a near pathological obsession with domestic cookery.

My Daddy grows the Limes

There are certain things I come across food wise that I tend to get some might say irrationally excited about. The bacon for one, though I do guarantee it is good bacon, another is the limes that my Dad grows in his backyard in Bendigo.

The things a girl will do for bacon

Some girls search for that perfect man, some the perfect shoes. Me I searched long and hard for the perfect bacon. This maybe why I’m single and incidentally why I also have very few pairs of shoes.

The Prodigal Roast

I don’t think there was ever went a weekend without a roast being cooked at home. Whenever you go to my Dad’s house if you haven’t visited in a while he’ll make you a roast beef. Its like the prodigal roast, home is the hunter, home for a roast.

Everything tastes good when you’re a kid