Persimmon and almond salad

Sometimes, I really have to give myself a pat on the back. Cooking is not hard, and throwing together a salad is probably one of the easiest things to do in the kitchen. But putting something up that is green and this banging is rare. It's one of those recipes that just fits in every... Continue Reading →

Caramel chestnut pie

Necessity is the mother of invention, they say. And I'm the mother of children who forget to buy flour when you send them down to the shop with family friends so you can whip up a nice little dessert for a hungry hoard while you're away on a weekend retreat. Blame iphones, blame music blaring... Continue Reading →

Zucchini and yoghurt fritters

I first tried zucchini fritters in Santorini, and now it seems that every time I make these, I'm taken back to an afternoon atop the white walls, drinking frosty, frothy Fix with friends, throwing back grilled octopus and keftedes, waiting for the alarm to signal its time to go back to the cruise ship. Despite... Continue Reading →

Sweet potato and beetroot roesti

2pm on my most recent Christmas day: Prawn cocktails scoffed, martini glasses in the sink, painted with scraped remainders of Marie Rose. Cat fishing at shells and tails in the bin, being chased out in in a whirlwind of fur and snarls by sir barkypants. Brussels sprouts baconised and just finishing their charring on the... Continue Reading →

Easy fig chutney

I'm one of those annoying people who doesn't eat many carbs. I do ridiculous things like put bolognese sauce on broccoli, wrap taco innards in iceberg lettuce, and say "mmm that's delicious" while chomping raw celery and beetroot hummus while everybody else eats nachos. I lost 20kg last year, and it had needed to happen.... Continue Reading →

Fried eggplant with miso paste

Picture a St Kilda farmers' market. Windy Melbourne summer day, me and my husband ambling around in Birkenstocks and hemp t-shirts, heads shielded against a sun that refuses to come out, but looking quite the part - straw, of course, just a little ratty. Our retriever leads the way to the Sicilian barbecue stall, while... Continue Reading →

Mary’s Eggplant Curry

Watching Mary cook was a wonderful thing. No measuring bowls, no gadgets, no timers, and no timing. Lunch might be at 12:30, or at three. But as soon as you catch a scent of her art in the kitchen, you wouldn’t mind waiting. You'd know that when it arrived, it would never simply be curry.... Continue Reading →

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