I’ve learnt something about myself in the last year that has taken me a really long time to come to terms with and admit about myself….
I’m thinking it’s about time I posted a Japanese recipe. I’m not sure why it has taken me this long to post something Japanese given it’s probably my favourite cuisine. What matters is that I’m doing it now and I plan to post more of them in the future.
I think I’ve made it abundantly clear in previous posts that I hate public transport. In an earlier post I talked about people’s general lack of hygiene but I’ve decided to just vent my general PT frustrations that I’ve observed in the last couple of months of catching it to and from my job. Essentially if I had to put it in a nutshell, it would be simply that PT people are annoying but just to clarify for you all, Imma gonna break it down for y’all:
Hands up for those of you on a low-carb diet? I know there’s a stack of you out there; Atkins, Dukan, anyone? Well…strictly speaking this recipe is not diet food and probably wouldn’t be given the tick of approval by Dr Dukan but maybe Mr Atkins would be ok with a few of these baby quiches. It does include cream but when everything else at a party is carb-laden (which obviously makes for killer drinking food) it’s nice to have something that isn’t wrapped in some form of pastry.
The last few days I’ve been feeling a little uninspired. The words are just not flowing like they normally do – my first case of ‘blogger’s block’. I’m fairly sure it’s just because I’ve been crazy busy and haven’t had an opportunity to even think about what I might write about today. However, this doesn’t mean I don’t have a mouth-watering recipe for you to try. Over the weekend, I catered my first event – YAY. My best friend Immy’s gorgeous parent’s 40th wedding anniversary – amazing right? I just hope that when the Dr and I hit our 40th wedding anniversary our kids (that are currently just a twinkle in the Dr’s eye) will be just as thoughtful to throw us a party to celebrate such a milestone occasion.
Ok ok, did you really think I was going to make it the whole week without sneaking in a little treat?
These really aren’t that bad, especially if you limit yourself to just 1 or 2 drizzled with honey and skip the butter…but you know how I feel about butter right?
Over the Easter weekend, the Dr and I with a few friends, went to Hellenic Republic. I’m not sure why, but I had never been there until now (yeah, crazy, I know). Anyway, I’m not here to do a review and anyway I’m probably the last person in Melbourne who hasn’t eaten there so what’s the point right? The reason for me talking about Mr ‘I eat like a neanderthal’s’ establishment is that they had a salad there that was absolutely to die for and guess what…super healthy to boot. You really just felt the goodness as you were eating it, full of grains, nuts, and seeds it had such a killer flavour and texture. So, I’ve recreated the dish for you guys and I hope you enjoy it just as much as we did.
Don’t you love it when every now and then social injustices right themselves? Unfortunately I can’t really entertain you with the details of the situation I encountered last week as much as I am dying to but let’s just say I left work last week doing one (or maybe several) fist pumps! Hells yeah.
I came across this little gem whilst in Sienna in Italy. It totally crept up on me like a sleazy guy on a dancefloor. But unlike the sleazy guy, I welcomed this into my life with open arms.
You know when you were young and there were foods that just seemed so ‘adult’. By that I mean as a child it was impossible to comprehend why your mum or dad actually enjoyed that particular food and would choose to eat it. I can recall thinking that about pistachio ice cream, blue cheese (I mean why on earth would you want to eat mould when there was perfectly fresh kraft single cheese/cheese sticks in the fridge) and rhubarb.
Now I love all three of those things. I guess that makes me an adult, oh bum.