Sydney Fish Markets
I remember a time when the sight of an oyster would almost make me dry reach.
I mean, look at them… how can a 7 year old boy think that is going to be good to eat?!
I still think similar, but have indulged, and did again this week at the fish markets.
Aotearoa land of the long white cloud; the homeland of kiwis, the rugby world cup, award winning Pinots, fresh seafood and of course, chulli buns (that is- chilli bins, esky’s or ice boxes). Continue reading
Busshari
Lasts weeks act of reviewing a food court came with mixed opinions, most of it good, however, some still couldn’t help but screw up their noses at the prospect of eating from there. And that was the case in point, for many people who work in the city, eating from a food court is a part of daily life, and so having the awareness around what to eat or what not to eat will hopefully go a long way in helping their overall healthiness.
We still have one other food court ‘restaurant’ (is this what they are called?), up our sleeves to review, and I CANNOT wait to share this place with the world… but you will have to sit tight for that one.
Reuben &Moore- Food court Westfield Sydney
Eating away from home isn’t always going out for dinner, for many it’s a daily visit to the food court. So this week that’s what we did- The Westfield Food Court in Sydney. Continue reading
Who knows what this week was?
Here are a few answers that are correct:
I don’t keep really close tabs on all of you, just some, so I’m sure there were one or two other things of importance. However, for me there was one other pretty colossal event and that was the:
100% commitment from me to write a book!
I started out this week going on a bunch of different rollercoasters , literally and figuratively; the week started at Dreamworld Theme Park on the Gold Coast.
I may rabbit on as a guy about having to be a real man and not an oestrogen flooded, out of shape pseudo-man like many we see today, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t act like children from time to time, hence my child-like enjoyment on ‘The Big Drop’ .
My realisation for this week is this: The earth does not orbit the sun purely in order for me to eat 52 meats in 52 weeks.In case you’re not counting along with me (for I most definitely am), this is week 35. 35 weeks out of an entire year in which I have a different meat each week.
It’s starting to get up there, and as I’ve discussed lately, that means I’m starting to run into a bit of sourcing trouble.
I get asked many questions about this 52 meats challenge, and frequently. They vary significantly, however, one that has certainly popped up more than most as the weeks have progressed is:
Do you get sick of it?
Fifty Two 