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!
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!
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 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!
So I’ve been on a bit of a blogging chocolate kick for the past few weeks. Of course I was focusing on all the lovely sweet things that can be done with chocolate because that’s what my family wants. People have been polite with their comments regarding chocolate, both here and on my Instagram feed.
I view the comments section of my blog as a place for conversation. You know, the kind of conversation that we might have at a dinner party. It’s suppose to stretch all of us. And thanks to fellow blogger Dangerspouse I’ve been able to stretch my use of chocolate to some ripping good savoury dishes. Keep on reading!
I’m a bit late getting posts out this weekend. It’s been one of those weeks. Actually a couple of weeks. We’ve been suffering through a series of migraines. It’s exhausting for Stuart to have them every other day. As for me, it’s a struggle to figure out what is causing them so we can stop the migraines. It took a while, but we finally determined the offending food item and have stopped consuming it. Ta da! The migraine beast is back on its leash.
The migraines were caused by food that had been grown in contaminated soil. Food security is a complicated component of the migraine puzzle. I’ll discuss the science in future blog posts. For now let’s get back to something more enjoyable, chocolate.
One of the challenges I faced as a step-parent was creating a unique birthday tradition for the boys. It needed to be different from the bio-parent’s celebration, but familiar enough to be fun. I went for cake, chocolate of course. Keep on reading!