Too hot to cook

Dim Sum touched my heart

Untying the Apron Strings. Marketing Chefs

My shameful gluttony
"Another story exists about "stone soup", that in the United States of America, during the Great Depression, families were unable to put food on the table every day. It became a practice to place a large and porous rock in the bottom of the stock pot. On days when there was food, the stone would absorb some of the flavor. On days when there was no food, the stone was boiled up, and the

Eating With Relish
Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.Ralph Waldo Emerson I hated school. At my right wing, white, Anglo Saxon, protestant school I found that there wasn't a lot to look forward to. One of the reasons was because I was the noticably 'ethnic' - being Eurasian.I arrived two thirds of the way through the course of primary school with an English accent and barely a clue about Australia, even

Asian Pastry: Sweet Yet Savoury
Sexbomb sex bomb, you're my sex bomb You can give it to me when I need to come along Sexbomb sex bomb you're my sex bomb And baby you can turn me onTom Jones, Sex BombPeople who know me appreciate that I'm not a sweet tooth. They also know that I'm an intuitive cook, not a baker - not a person who is systematic in checking weights and balances, following recipes to the nth detail. Curiously often

Singapore: Ocean Curry Fish Head
Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up Yumm! They can't play baseball, they don't wear sweaters They're not good dancers, they don't play drums Fish heads, fish heads, rolly polly fish heads Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up Yumm! Rolly Polly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino in Italian restaurants with Oriental women. YeeaahhFish heads,

Tasmania: The Red Velvet Lounge
The King will walk on Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo! He carried the burden outa Tupelo! Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!You will reap just what you sow.You will reap just what you sow.Tupelo Written by: Cave, Harvey, Adamson 1984Slowly raising my sleep encrusted eyelids, I peered out across the doona. A smoky eyed youth dressed casually in torn stone washed jeans and a bared six pack stared back. His