There they are again, those old blackened bananas in the bottom of the fruit bowl. Before I chuck them, I think of the waste and feeling a wee guilty I decide, to not only make some muffins, but to kill two birds with one stone and resurrect the belly. Good ole Growling belly. A couple of years ago I had so much fun keeping this blog, and then, well, along came instagram and I got on the bandwagon of photo blogging life. So here we go, the home’s full of the sweet scent of baked bananas and the blog is humming along.
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When I was a little girl, there was nothing better for breakfast than my grandmothers Matzah brei, served in a little frypan topped with her own apricot jam. It was so delicious that I knew I just had to be loved beyond measure! Well, this weekend was Easter break and we drove 2 hours out of Melbourne to Thornton to my aunty and uncles farm. Rose spoilt us rotten with 3 delicious meals each day. My favorite was her very own take on Matzah brei made thicker and more cake like, topped with caramelised apples and bananas and loads of honey.
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So I’m in the kitchen at Karmarama, the ad agency I work at. I’m digging around for a jar of marmite or some other toast topping platitude , when David, our creative director, walks in and draws my attention to a humble jar of jam in the cupboard. Turns out he makes it and it has the nicest label ever. Super delicious, rich plum flavour with a serious hint of cinammon to make it just that bit spesh. So, what a cool surprise - a creative director who home makes jam from plums in his Dalston garden. Love it! Not really sold anywhere yet, but will let you know more as soon as it’s on the shelves somewhere.
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What a surprise to have the lovely Marion call today and suggest cake at the Orangery in Kensington Gardens. I haven’t been there for years, mainly due to the dreary long queues out the front door and lethargic service. Somehow, today it seemed time to try again, and we were not disappointed, despite the 30 minute wait for a table. This Caramel slice, Coffee and walnut cake, or Belgian Chocolate cake were my big decision….
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Hurrah! It’s a warm Saturday, so I hop on the train to Bath Spa to steam and soak in the thermal waters which gives me the mighty appetite. A proper English tea with scones and cream is in order. The Pump Room in the old Roman Baths is the place to go.
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Beautiful to the eye is our ethos here at Growling Belly, and our fine friend Heath Rudduck has kindly offered to share some of his most exquisite foodie moments with us. Recently in Bali, he caught the colours and forms of the exotic. (Note to self, next trip to Oz will stop-over in Bali!)
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without the dodgy accent 
(I’ve been watching too much Flight of the Conchords Ali.)
Full on, a riot of colour
