table to tummy

In the months before our wedding, if someone told me the amount of time I would happily be spending in the kitchen after our wedding, I would have choked on my drink. No kidding, I did not like cooking / baking / being-in-the-kitchen-for-anything-else-than-sneaking-snacks.

These days, I'm a real life thrifty domestic goddess cooking queen (that's a RLTDGCQ, if it's easier). Suddenly the pressure is off, I'm in my own space, I get to try my own thing, and Will is an adventurous, and forgiving, eater.

Last week I chopped up the herbs from our wedding reception and made tabouli from scratch. And oh it was good.

From the table...

 

...to the front garden...

 

... to the kitchen...

   

... to our tummies.

So...

Somebody impulse-bought a juicer.

In my defense, I'd like to argue that there are many worse things one could impulse buy. And also, how good does fresh juice taste?

 

Au revoir February...

...and there flies by another month. How is it March 6 already?

We did our usual thing - eat, drink, work and play. It's so nice to be establishing 'usual things' as a couple, making time for good food (it's all I ever seem to take photos of!), good conversations and good old fashioned quality time together.

February brought with it many unexpected moments - some bad, but mostly good. We're so grateful for this life we get to live and are doing our best to soak it all up.

A breakfast date at Brio, a spontaneous walk through South Bank, a scenic route of the city, Max Brenners, figs and croissants, jelly hearts and a cheeky little Queenslander fighting for it's space amidst the big concrete city.

 

   

   

   

   

   

   

The Food Files: Mid-week roast

We started our four day weekend with pork-crackling. Is there any better way?







We use a Nigella-inspired recipe for pork that involves rosemary, salt and a bottle of dark ale poured into the baking dish. Tonight I added roast veggies and whipped up a pea puree (two cups of peas, a dollop of mint jelly and a few squirts of mayonnaise, all blended).

I don't mean to make ya'll jealous, but oh was it good.