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.
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
A French chef Guillaume Tirel was the first one to prescribe the process, describing its preparation in his manuscript ‘Le … Continue reading Sweet short crust
Treat it kind of like the first date. Although you really want to just jump in and get on with it, it is always best to gently go through the motions to achieve the best outcomes. Continue reading Chocolate sponge cake
Chocolate ganache was apparently invented in the 1850s after some water got spilt over some chefs chocolate, somewhere in France. … Continue reading Chocolate ganache
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
Imagine a vending machine, one where you could simply chose your flavor, or many different flavors, tap your card, and out pops a puffer with your desired flavor. Continue reading Beast mode
The mighty Maritozzo. Brioche bun loaded with whipped cream, then presented with jam. I researched an accompining treat the could … Continue reading Maritozzo con la panna
A lovely warming spring day in Tasmania that nicely baked the essence of lamb shit all through our classic old purple Valiant was enough to send my father into a very rare rant of expletives. Continue reading Peasant food