I’m sat on a flight from Queenstown to Auckland en route to Fiji with a huge smile on my face. It’s 0545 and I’ve not slept a wink. I’m hungover as hell, and severely dehydrated after doing an all-nighter with a cute British barman I met. Plum wine, sake, Japanese whiskey and cab sav. Yup […]
August 24, 2011
Bad manners are one of my pet hates and that also includes table manners. It drives me potty when people chew food with their mouth open. Not only is it unsightly but it sounds bloody awful. Thankfully through the art of cooking, food is softened up which means it takes us less time to chew […]
April 27, 2011
On Easter Monday I dropped in to see my parents and dragged the Northerner with me (he wasn’t kicking and screaming, I should add). My mother who is an ace cook and has the love-handles to prove it, made us a wonderful meal: masala chicken; daal; rice and parathas. Unlike me, the Northerner likes to […]
January 10, 2017
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