Food. Wine. Melbourne.
I have an unhealthy obsession with ‘breakfast for dinner’. Most nights there is nothing I want more for dinner than a giant cheesy omelette or a bowl of scrambled eggs. My Love usually poo-poos my suggestion and whips up something wholesome and full of vegetables instead. But he’s away. And you know what they say […] Read more…
I don’t think my parents will ever forgive me for moving away. It is not an uncommon occurrence for one or the other to remind me that I am never around for significant events and birthdays. One of the hardest times for my mum is Mother’s Day. She was incredibly close to her mum, my […] Read more…
Or you know, Anzac biscuits (made with brown butter). But is an Anzac biscuit still an Anzac biscuit a month after Anzac day? Well yes, but calling them oatmeal cookies makes me feel less slack. My brain is a little overwhelmed at the moment. I am 5 weeks into my new job. It is both […] Read more…
It’s no secret I love peanut butter. It’s also no secret that Nutella features regularly in my diet (or non-diet as the case may be). There is Instagram evidence that the two often coexist in my world – yin and yanging on a soup spoon or slathered on hot cross buns (yep, still eating them…) Life […] Read more…
Whenever I ask My Love what he wants for dinner he shouts “GNOCCHI” accompanied by a fist pump. This happens most days. Unfortunately until he can keep me in the manor to which I would like to become accustomed (house in Carlton, faffing about teaching people about wine and regular brunching) I don’t have the […] Read more…