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Day Twenty (or, savouring sweet parting)

…what better to eat on the day after the night before than that most casually indulgent meal of them all – brunch – cooked together as one last communal activity.

We grated potatoes and fried them off in little rosti pans, regulating the heat to get the perfect colour, as had now become second nature. We whisked yolks with water over a bain marie, drizzled in melted butter and seasoned our now-Hollandaise sauce with lemon and cayenne pepper… Read the rest of this entry

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Day Nineteen (or, Guess who’s coming to dinner?)

If any of our seventeen guests were coming to dinner expecting Ramsay-style performances (expletive-ridden fireworks, tears shed, knives thrown) they woulda been sorely disappointed. There was plenty of theatre alright, but far less drama. Although in fairness, could anyone have … Read the rest of this entry

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Day Eighteen (or, our own private pizza party)

For such a famously fast food, making your own pizza is something that has to be approached at a leisurely pace – to begin with at least. It only takes a few minutes to knead the 00 flour, yeast, salt, sugar, olive oil and warm water into a soft dough, but the real magic happens when you leave the dough alone for the next hour or two to do its own thing. Read the rest of this entry

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Day Seventeen (or, a knife is for life)

I once got a job as a cook on a 4WD tour of outback Australia (the Kimberleys in the North West of the country to be exact). There was a driver and me, and fourteen passengers. The first thing the … Read the rest of this entry

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Day Sixteen (or, sweeten up toots)

I’ve never had a massively sweet tooth. An incident involving me turning eight and a too-large slice of chocolate cake sent me spiralling into years of confusion at birthday parties where my eyes, heart and soul spilled over with desire … Read the rest of this entry

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