During our uni years, my mate Chantal and I had a Friday night ritual. When we weren't working for a functions company, we’d get tarted up and head into town. We’d start the night with one drink at ...
time worn tucker
Advancing Australian fare – not your average tuck shop lamingtons
My Nanna's a world traveller. As a girl I had a collection of dolls she'd bought on her travels, displayed safely out of reach and admired from a distance. The doll from China had a carefully ...
mock chicken + flattery | time-worn tucker
If you have siblings, there's a very good chance that at some point you've played the annoying I'm-going-to-copy-everything-you-say game. I'll offer similar odds that at some point you drove your ...
jam roly poly. it’s no match for fairy bread.
We were under strict instructions not to be late to kindy yesterday. This, of course, meant something would inevitably go wrong. So I shouldn’t have been surprised that, just as we were about to ...
maggie’s nut brown hare
A few years ago Sonia the Zucchini Farmer gave me a copy of Maggie’s Kitchen. It's signed by the doyen herself; the inscription reads To Amanda, I hear you love to cook. Have fun with my ...
oat cakes, expats and rastafarian rodents
With the exception of 45 minutes on a flight from Phuket to Singapore when I was so embarrassed by my compatriots I wished I was from anywhere else, I have never wanted to be anything other than ...