Note to self: whilst in Melbourne, stop at any sandwich bar and marvel at the potential for a super fresh, high stacked salad sandwich. Remember with a shudder, the nasty mayo laden coronation chicken, sad single soggy lettuce leaf and watery tomato slice, so typical of the London equivalent I had to make do with. So rejoice, order with the lot, add avocado and pineapple and a splash of sweet chilli. This is my favourite Australian lunch. Obviously a bakery like Babkas will supply the best freshly baked bread, but with the rise of the Vietnamese bakeries across town, you can get one super cheap just about anywhere. N. Tran bakery at 263 Chapel street Prahran is great; their white bread rolls lighter and crispier than most.
The belly has been quiet……because I have been doing the dreaded ‘D’ word. After a few years of eating whatever I want, when I wanted, I piled on a stone, yes, 14 glorious pounds of overindulgence. And something had to be done as I was no longer enjoying that lardy feeling of squeezing into too tight jeans. Also, no matter how much I sucked in the belly, it was always there, a constant reminder that I, the food blogger had eaten her way through a few too many delicious, intoxicating meals. If you look at the thumbnail view of this site, you pretty much see a record of just one years eating. Impressive huh?
You are looking at a Gorgeous Gugel which is a Gugelhopf – warm intense chocolate pudding with a melting middle served with white chocolate granita and a blackcurrant mint cassis compote. So divine so perfect. You’ll have to head to Brighton, to Terre a Terre to try it.
Not complicated I know, and how much can you say about the humble potato salad, but yes, it does need just the right potato, (an unpeeled Jersey Royal thank you), and a great dressing, not to mention walnuts, spring onions, and gerkhin…
It all started out just fine. The miracle of a sunny Saturday, and Sacha and I went for a stroll from the V&A (Go see ‘Decode- Digital design sensations‘) down Walton St to our favorite administrator of Guinness, the Enterprise. You enter through these massive velvet curtains into what looks like a manor house library, greeted by a chap who behaves more like a butler than a waiter. The Guinness is poured to perfection, thick, jetblack and creamy, and all food is served superfresh, and perfect…
A lovely few days in Camogli, Italy reminded us how simple food is best. Bruscetta brushed with olive oil, with the freshest and most delicate Anchovies I’ve ever had.

Sometimes, just sometimes, a freshly grilled chicken taouk or a kofta kebab is the only thing that counts. Namely, when slighty hung over. And if such a day falls on a Saturday lunch time, you’re in luck, because just of theEdgeware Rd, or Champs Elysee of the middle east, in London you’ll find the ‘Tikka delight’ boys, grilling their fresh, perfectly spiced skewers, and char-grilling the yummiest naan like bread. I always get a small kofta with all the spicy sauces and salad pitta. I don’t know, is this really bad fast food? I think not

Breakfast Lottie and Wayne style at ‘Piglet’! A fresh and relatively healthy start to the day’s feasting. All the ingredients fresh from the market. As for the rest of the days consumption….seeing is believing!
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