What has happened to me this winter? On the mornings I don’t work, I get up, and methodically pour oats, soy milk and water into a small saucepan and stand there for 20 minutes and stir. For the majority of my life I’ve been a weet-bix and milk girl. I would make it and eat it within about 3 minutes, standing up at the kitchen bench. But now I take almost an hour! I think i’m turning into my nanna! Working part-time certainly has its perks and I’m making the most of it while I can.
Narelle Tognini, at the last blogger dinner, was explaining to us how she made her polenta. I asked her if they use a machine of some sort in the restaurant to stir it for the 20 minutes it needs to cook. ‘Oh no’ she said. She told us she sits there and stirs it the whole time, stirring, stirring in the love, and then you get someone else stirring, and they stir in more love. And that’s how you get good polenta.
It got me thinking. Most of the food we eat that tastes brilliant is the food that has love stirred in. Simple food is turned into mega-stars by giving it some love and energy. That’s why a lot of fast food really just sucks. It could taste great. A home-made hamburger can be to die for and I can imagine some southern deep-fried chicken the way momma used to make would have been super tasty. But the ‘Evil Clown and Feckless Chicken’ just don’t care, and as a result it tastes like cardboard soaked in kerosene.
Rumours are hard to resist. For a few years now I would hear his name mentioned in passing, along with a moan of anticipation or satisfaction. Who was this guy? Did he actually exist? Why had I never seen him? Where was he hiding? I imagined a fellow with a serious facade and a cheeky grin, covertly distributing sweets and chocolate delights in a dim back alley.
Rumours are hard to resist. For a few years now I would hear his name mentioned in passing, along with a moan of anticipation or satisfaction. Who was this guy? Did he actually exist? Why had I never seen him? Where was he hiding? I imagined a fellow with a serious facade and a cheeky [...]
This is why I love my garden so much. This salad cost practically a pittance because most of the ingredients were grown in my backyard, and the rest was sourced from the farmers markets. $1 for a bag of lemons, $2 for a massive handful of zucchini!
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No wonder Peter Rabbit felt the inescapable urge to run carelessly into Mr McGregor’s garden. At first I thought he was a damn fool for not accompanying his well-mannered sisters, Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail on their blackberry-picking venture. Who would pass up eating fresh blackberries straight from the vine? It just sounds delicious. This, of [...]
. I get really excited when something fits into a category that you never thought would. Schnitzels are a Scandinavian food! Who’d’a thunk it?! French Toast – really it should be called Finnish Toast! And beef wellington! What makes me even more excited is that I had already made this recipe before I realised it was a [...]
