I’m about to embark on a 2 month trip, covering some destinations I’ve had on the bucket list for what feels like an eternity. I’m underprepped, excited and more than a little nervous (especially at the thought of leaving my cats for 2 months).
I’ve heard quite a few excuses for why people don’t eat offal. Some that make a little sense, to the downright ridiculous. A couple of my favourites are “I can’t eat anything with a face!” and “It smells awful!”
6 Ghost Pepper coated wings.
I’ve only just recovered from trying the Palace Hotel Ghost Chilli Chicken Wing Challenge in Sydney.
I spent the night of the challenge in special amounts of pain on the couch, willing my stomach to stop trying to eat itself and most of yesterday wishing my stomach had been successful so other regions didn’t have to deal with it 
Or challenges of any kind that involve things like bread and cheese. Why? You may want to sit down for this. The Hungry Ginger is allergic to Gluten. On top of that … I’m also Lactose Intolerant. Seriously mother nature what the F$%&?
The Melbourne Food and Wine Festival has some amazing events for you to sink your teeth into no matter what you’re craving. Every year I make it my mission to find a couple of events to try out dishes I otherwise mightn’t order. It’s excellent hunting grounds for strange and unusual eats.
This is the meat at Bluebonnet BBQ … seriously drool worthy.
Because in Melbourne, so is everybody else.
You can barely swing the proverbial cat without someone telling you where the best coffee shop is, who does the greatest dumplings or which place they prefer for sushi. We’re incredibly spoilt for choice, any night of the week and we’re not afraid to let everyone else know about it.
Epic auto-correct fail
The many faces of pain…
It’s been a while since I wrote anything. Life … has been pretty busy, I broke my ankle a few months ago, actual work has been extremely demanding and my dog ate my homework, which is really strange cos I have a cat. So when I received a message on facebook from a follower stating that I had 7 days to eat something strange or huge or they would leave, I realised how long it had been between eats. Also that I’ve been neglecting my readers, followers and creativity.
My meanderings through various cities inevitably lead me to the city market.
ViktualienMarkt
I find markets to be places where you can always find a plethora of local food that you mightn’t always get from a restaurant. I’m a believer that you can’t really experience a country until you eat it. A market is a great place to start.
The Hungry Ginger 