I love making this on a cold winter’s night. There’s something romantic about sharing a pot of mussels with my man. But if you’re not trying to seduce someone, this dish also makes a nice dinner with friends by just placing the pot of steaming mussels in the middle of the table and letting everyone … More White wine mussels
‘I don’t know about this online dating thing.’ I was sitting at the bench at Three Grandmas Vietnamese Street Food on Enmore Road. Listening in to a conversation that wasn’t mine. A guilty pleasure.
I stood in a shadowy section of the car park and cried. It was dark and I felt safely hidden by the trees and the lighting. Enmore Design Centre Car park is quite lovely, I hadn’t been there before. I took a short cut on my way home. As I entered the top gate I … More The lump, part 1
‘They want you to have an MRI.’ The Dr was facing me, watching me. ‘There’s concern it may be a sarcoma.’ The words I didn’t want to hear. I looked at the floor. I couldn’t breathe. ‘Yeah, there’s a mass in your muscle, which is an unusual spot, so the Dr who did the ultrasound is … More The lump, part 2
He pushed the tray I was lying on into the cylinder. My nose was about 10 centimetres from the top. It was like a coffin. Oh fuck, a coffin. I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled counting back from 5. It didn’t work. The machine was noisy. I didn’t know MRI’s were loud. MRI’s … More The lump, part 3
Gardening is my thing. It’s my time out. There’s nothing more grounding than getting my hands in the dirt and nothing more satisfying than being able to admire your art at the end of the day. Cept in winter. My garden beds get no sun in winter. My flourishing garden goes into hibernation. It’s always … More In the gutter