The “Coat of Arms” Scotch Egg
This is a tale of making a scotch Emu egg… but not just ANY scotch Emu egg, the most Australian Scotch Egg you’ve ever seen.
After procuring an Emu egg, laid by Esmerelda from the Somerville Egg Farm, we asked the question. What would make this the most “Aussie” Scotch Egg ever cooked?
Edit: Head here to watch the Emu Egg-Venture video 🥚
This is a tale of why you should never give up on your dreams. If you want something badly enough, you should be doggedly and stubbornly persistent, cos boy can it pay off!
6 years ago, my pal Lorrae commented to a mate that she’d love to give an Ostrich egg a crack (pun totally intended).
I entered the heavy wooden carved door of Mjolner on Harware St in Melbourne, knowing very little. Armed only with the knowledge that this was a “Viking” inspired restaurant, specifically centred around the story of Thor, the god of thunder and his desire to create a dining hall that would allay the feelings of homesickness from Valhalla.
If you’re planning to head to any destination festival these 5 tips may help you avoid dreaded food fomo, or resorting to a fast food fix in a city jam-packed like overhead luggage on a Jetstar flight.
Dark Mofo is a cultural/arts festival set in Tasmania’s capital city of Hobart, run by the eclectic, often controversial and quite mass appealing Museum of Old and New Art (Mona).
Head Chef Michael Slade, really knows his way around the innards of an animal.
It isn’t a big deal to eat offal in a lot of cultures.
Whilst the “nose to tail” food movement might be a trendy sustainability move for a lot of Aussie meat eaters, it’s merely a way of life for many people.
I’m not a vegan.
Hang ups about people choosing to eat a plant based diet, a pescatarian, vegetarian or paleo caveman diet can be left at the door. You do you.
One thing I do believe in wholeheartedly is in trying new things and never, ever knocking something till you’ve given it a go. Especially if you’re the kind of person who doesn’t feel satiated until they’ve had meat with a meal. This one’s for you.
Last weekend, I found myself at not one, but two vegan Melbourne Food and Wine Festival events.
What is it about watching people inflict pain upon themselves that we sometimes find so fascinating, nay… entertaining?
I believe that a healthy percentage of people who follow my silly antics do so because they enjoy seeing someone else try something they wouldn’t dare. Perhaps a mixture of schadenfreude and a morbid curiosity?