Our local pub.

Most photos below are by the beautiful, talented and magnificent Stina. On more than one occasion, my friends and I have commented on the fact that our lives are like a sitcom. We are always at each others houses. We are always eating out. (sorry for posting this guys – but this was the best … Continue reading Our local pub.

An Urban Hāngi.

After the failure of our attempts to eat a hāngi in New Zealand, when I saw this on the listing for Good Food Month in Melbourne I jumped on it straight away. I convinced Eric and Juan to come along (well, it didn’t take much convincing), and so we met at The Common Man in … Continue reading An Urban Hāngi.

Once there was a Hushpuppy, and she lived with her daddy in the bathtub.

So, a few weeks back Angela mentioned that there was going to be one more Underground Cinema before I left the country. We had always intended on going, so we thought we should get tickets for this one once they were released. Underground Cinema is a secret immersive live cinema experience: their tagline is ‘taking … Continue reading Once there was a Hushpuppy, and she lived with her daddy in the bathtub.

Paella.

Edward and I made Paella today. Edward lived in Spain last year, and he asked one of the teachers from the school he worked at to teach him how to make paella. He wrote the recipe down in Spanish, so there was a bit of translating needed, and guesswork as to how much ‘no quantity … Continue reading Paella.