Hawley time
‘Are you happy to go to Port Sorell for Christmas lunch’, pronounced the Wife. ‘I’m not really fussed to be … Continue reading Hawley time
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.
‘Are you happy to go to Port Sorell for Christmas lunch’, pronounced the Wife. ‘I’m not really fussed to be … Continue reading Hawley time
‘Who keeps dropping all these sticky lumps all over the kitchen floor kids’ my old man would protest, on numerous … Continue reading Show me the honey, honey!
“So how much do you anticipate you will make from your plantation every year Mr Ziggy?”, I inquired, or someone … Continue reading 41 below
‘Jimmy!, I need you to deal with that box of food, make me some money chef, woop woop?’ Ally harped … Continue reading Life is short, the art long
‘Come on boy, it’s not gonna hurt ya’, quipped the old man. ‘It’s disgusting Dad, and it stinks, it’s still … Continue reading Mum’s upset!
‘Sorry boss, there weren’t that many raspberries out there today, the birds must have got them all’ was my excuse … Continue reading The Root’s of Framboise
Aw, No! Yeah, nah, um” I mumbled. “Chigger, I told this lady you could make her a cheesecake for their … Continue reading Blue sky’s ahead!
Stu and I had knocked off, we had our routine couple of shots of Jacks in the bar, then headed … Continue reading Sausage in bread at Vue de Monde.
‘Come on chef, you don’t just rip your girls pants off do you! you need to treat her like a … Continue reading From the legions with love
‘Just clean up the mess boy, it’s actually pretty good though’ mustered the old man when he got out of … Continue reading Devils delight!