Crocodile rock
‘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
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.
‘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
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.
Making coffee was my first real hospo gig. 3 days out the front, on coffee, and two days out the … Continue reading Coffee: The drug that fuels the world
Now I don’t know if it was the cocky smugness that Matthew presented in his general demeanor, or if chef had just been ripped ‘a new one’ by the general manager that day, but Matthew was then besieged by our head chef for about 20 minutes in relation to the importance of behaving like a professional in his kitchen. Short hand writing, especially on the ‘needs ordering’ whiteboard, had no place in his kitchen. That kind of thing was for Muppets and amateur’s, in his mind anyway. Continue reading Chocolate: The taste of pleasure
#Pro tip: The hatred bestowed upon those that dare to be different, is born from the envy of those who fear to do the same. Continue reading Poking the bear