A site about Tasmania and its food, built by a Tasmanian chef. I was raised by a traditional forager, a man who knew how to survive and thrive without supermarkets. I have been told I am somewhat of an educated bogan, and I tend to agree. I hope you enjoy my flavours and find something that pleases you and your taste buds.
#Pickle pro tip: Baked beans are a great fart propellant. Be certain not to consume baked beans before going on any dates. Your potential partner most likely won’t like your smell. Continue reading Baked beans: The tastiest of protein bombs
Baked beans have been a staple of mines for a long, long time. It was a simple filler for me … Continue reading Baked beans
“Why are you such a tight arse dad” I had the nerve to say one evening. “WHAT WAS THAT BOY? … Continue reading Whisky in the jar
‘Ya gotta be sneaky boy’ ‘You can’t just run up on them and expect them to sit and wait for … Continue reading Crocodile rock
Picking berries and preserving them as jam, or conserves has been happening for many a century. I’ve been making jams … Continue reading Forest fruit jam
Big Bruno, the bull of an island. Only a little island, on a big river, on another sorta little island. … Continue reading Bruno the bull. A story of Tasmanian beef.
Pickle pro tip- Make sure you have a sharp knife when cleaning skin from any type of beast. As a teenager, my father used to get me and my friends that would accompany us to clean most animals we hunted. And all we had to use was shitty kmart style knives. Invest in a good blade, it is worth it. Continue reading How to clean a bulls head for commercial use.
I got scolded a couple of times after my dad went to make his toast himself, and all that was left in the jar was orange rind. Continue reading Marmalade: Spread that s%t all over boy.
Ox tongue is one of the many ‘poor man’s cuts’ of meat that have gathered a distinctive renaissance of late. … Continue reading Ox tongue
How nice is a warm, hot chocolate brew once you have returned home from splitting wood or fishing on a shitty Tasmanian winter day? Continue reading Milo of Croton