This weekend we are celebrating #1 step-son’s 21st birthday. 21st’s are a very big deal here in Australia. They are a cross between a wedding, graduation celebration and a bucks/hens night. The party provides an opportunity for those who helped you reach adulthood to be acknowledged and celebrate the young person’s achievements. It then devolves into the young folks drinking far too much. It’s the way this culture celebrates. Keep on reading!
Pumpkin soup is something I discovered after moving to Australia. It is a staple of winter table. The thicky, creamy orange bowls are a go to comfort food that staves off the winter rains. Keep on reading!
I moved to Sydney in 2002. Parting gifts from Adelaide included a copy of the Sydney Morning Herald’s Good Food Shopping Guide and some guide to the bars of Sydney. My 2002 copy of The Good Food Shopping Guide is dog eared and still my go to guide for finding the best providores in Sydney. Sure there’s some new kids in the food scene every year, but if it was good in 2002 and still around, then it’s a gem. Read More
Father’s Day in Australia and New Zealand is the first weekend of spring. The days are getting longer, the sun warmer and we are finally out of the winter food doldrums with spring’s glorious bounty. There are so many great things to pick from for a special meal for dear old dad.
A month ago I made a decision to spend five weeks writing in a more positive tone. I challenged myself to express the nutritional and self care aspects of migraineurs within a frame of what we can do more of rather than “a don’t do this and you can’t do that” approach. It has been a challenge, but I rose to meet it over the past three weeks. Read More
I love pizza. I grew up on homemade pizza. My mom would make the dough just after lunch and by dinner we would be diving into thick “Sicilian-style” pizza. The crust was very thick, like bread and it was covered with a thick sauce of tomato and sausage with the obligatory topping of mozzarella. We never ordered pizza or, deep gasp, had frozen. Keep on reading!
The 2014 movie Chef is a family favourite. It was definitely on high rotation for my boys. Sure there was lots of great food, but at it’s core it’s a father and son journey. A father and son’s boy’s own adventure where they discover things about themselves and their relationship over a shared experience. In this case a food truck.
When I first met Stuart, he was prone to nocturnal leg cramps. We’ve all had them, that jolt in the night from the intense pain of the calf muscle cramping up for no apparent reason. Migraineurs can have these across many nights, so much so that it becomes just a part of their life.
The kitchen of my grandmother was filled with contradictions. She was Italian but my grandfather was Ukrainian. She would effortlessly blend these two culinary cultures so that most meals consisted of comforting foods from each. This achievement went under recognized by most of us as the reality of the situation was my grandmother wasn’t the best cook. She didn’t really feel comfortable in the kitchen. Keep on reading!
About 20 years ago my sister gave me a pressure cooker for Christmas. My response was “Hey, it’s a pressure cooker?!?” cue forced smile. She laughed at me and said “You know, you are going to love it.”. That was a dubious endorsement as my sister is not known for her culinary skills. She also provided me with a copy of Lorna Sass’s Great Vegetarian Cooking Under Pressure, which by the way is still in print. Keep on reading!