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Monday lunch
Leftovers can seem pretty frumpy, but if that means you overlook them, or even worse, toss them out, then that’s a damn shame.
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I propose a toast
I haven’t got a fantasy café, but this summer I have at least come up with its signature breakfast dish.
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How to deal with Noma FOMO
So everyone’s talking about René Redzepi and his seal fuckers* coming to Sydney.
* Warning, this post contains adult themes.
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Respect the egg
Can people really want their eggs to come like that? Poached, scrambled or Rollied?
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Prawn crackers
Are there any prawns in prawn crackers?
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Food and words
Like bread and butter, like oysters and lemons, food and words are natural partners.
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Salty dog
If you do it without the salt, it’s called a Greyhound. Still good, but I say the salt is what makes it.
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St Pat’s Day feast
When you think about it, the Irish and the French have something going on.
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Potato surprise
It was the Growers Market at Blackheath this weekend, which has incredible local produce and the best plant nursery ever. Just as well because it is high time we replenished our woody herbs and our depleted veggie patch.
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Crêpes Expectations
Fat Tuesday pancakes, which are really French style crêpes made from a classic Australian cook book. Happy Mardi Gras.