One weekend every couple of months we pull out our meat grinder and delve into a weekend of sausage making. It’s a family effort of grinding the meat, massaging the fat and spices through the mince before letting it rest overnight so that the flavours can mature. The next day we stuff our savoury meats into their casings-coils for the Sweet Italian, chipolatas for the Maple Breakfast and roll length links for the Pork and Apple. The kitchen is filled with the sounds of spices being pound, discussions about what flavour medley to try this time and laughter overtop of a soundtrack from the 80s. Keep on reading!
I read an interesting piece a few months back about the positive effects of hedonism on health that rang so true to me that I simply must share it with you. Now before you go running off we need to get some definitions straight here. When most of us think of hedonism an image of debauchery, the extreme indulgence in physical pleasure, pops into our heads. Hedonism actually has its philosophical roots from the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus. His school of thought promoted the savouring of moderate pleasures, respecting one another and showing <a href="http://Gratitude“>gratitude all while pursuing a harmonious life without riches or glory.
The jacarandas are coming into full swing in Sydney. Before I had to live with them around my house I loved them. I was completely smitten by the intensity of these purple trees and the puddles of flowers beneath them. As an added bonus they always bloom around my birthday. It was nature’s present to me. Keep on reading!
I have very fond childhood memories of being sent to the garden by my nonna to collect up the beans and tomatoes for this dish on warm summer days. Many of the beans never made it from my hand to the basket, ending up in my mouth instead. I always seemed to munch my way through the garden. I still do this sometimes as I work my way through Galluzzo’s. Luckily Joe indulges me. Keep on reading!
Pancakes are, were, my nemesis.
People I know told me that Saturday mornings were a lazy time for pancake breakfasts with their kids. This was relentlessly reinforced by scenes in movies and TV of blissful families laughing, making and devouring light, fluffy pancakes together. Some parents even made them in cute shapes or their kids initials. Keep on reading!
Spring has finally arrived in the Southern Hemisphere. I mark the beginning of spring by the blooming of my Wisteria. The start of the purple rain, as the Jacarandas are not far behind. It’s nature showing us that it’s a time for out with the old and in with the new. It’s a tidying up of the environment. Keep on reading!
Shawarma. Yiro. Gyro. Kebab. One dish with a dozen names, and pronunciations. But no matter what you call it, there’s nothing like some well spiced kofta served up in a fresh flatbread and dressed just the way you like it to satisfy a late night hunger. It’s an end of night ritual across Australia to stagger towards the kebab truck and tuck straight into the luscious sweetness before getting a cab home. 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!
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.
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!