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Almond granita with vanilla-orange wafers (& that time I was ruined for all other almonds)

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I travelled to Europe earlier this year. Most of our time was spent in Italy, headed-up with a week in Spain and Southern France, and capped-off with a jaunt in Malta. For today’s purposes, just know that it was July and, it was hot. Really hot. The mercury rose as we trailed down towards the sun-drenched beaches of Calabria collaged with bronze Europeans, and drove around the dry, sun-blasted terrain of Sicily. It was that type of heat that engulfs you, pummels your head, and makes human contact repulsive. I loved it…

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Popol Nah – Latin America in Little Italy

UntitledI don’t often frequent Lygon Street, Carlton’s ‘little Italy’ precinct these days. There are certainly exceptions*, and there is something endearing, and almost iconic, about the history wrapped up in it, but, it just hasn’t been my ‘go-to’ place since my underage-nightclubbing days. However, my attention was captured by the Latin-American that has samba-ed its way into the hub of relatively consistent Italian eateries…

Sticky salmon and kim chi bao – happy Summer!

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Making these bao was like inviting three of your friends, that are not acquainted, over for lunch.  I am familiar with the components – the kim chi, the bao and the sticky salmon – and I knew that the three would hit it off.  It was a bit of a 3-way-friend-blind-date.  The outcome? Pretty sure they’re picnicking this afternoon, hitting the beach on Sunday, and perhaps even spending Christmas together.

A Gelato World Tour inspired cashew and dark chocolate chip gelato

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Last weekend, Lygon St was engulfed by the Gelato World Tour. The public swarmed around the 16 gelato artisans, deftly dishing out their frozen creations in hopes of triumphing the Oceania chapter of the Tour. It was a deliciously colourful, gelato fantasia. Inspired by the gelato masters, and in a sugar-fuelled delirium, I made gelato that night …

Stewed rabbit ravioli, carrot mash & a Sicilian Slow Food story

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My dad is not a man that is readily impressed, particularly when it comes to food. Raised on an amazing Calabrian diet of generous portions lovingly prepared by my nonna, and cooking professionally for almost 45 years – the man’s seen it all. He is a human encyclopaedia on food, wine and restaurants. So you may appreciate that when dad remarks on a meal, I take note…

Oh my alfajores!

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I first visited Melbourne’s Argentinian restaurant, San Telmo, about a year ago. So, before I recently returned to celebrate a friend’s birthday, I reflected on my initial meal. Prominent my memory was the alfajor (alfa-hor) cookie which we divided into five sweet morsels and devoured after our meal between sips of strong espresso. It was the first moment of silence for the evening. It is perhaps unusual that this little biscuit’s finale stole the show, given that San Telmo is adorned by a hand-made 2.5m parilla charcoal-grill…