Last October, I challenged myself to eat potatoes, cooked or prepared in a different way, every day for the entire month. Almost every day since the conclusion of the challenge, someone has sent me potato-based content.
I’m not mad, this is the dream.
Recently, a pal mentioned that there was an annual potato festival in regional Victoria, merely an hour from Melbourne. It had been cancelled for the past couple of years (due to Covid-19), but it was back for 2022!
I was pleased to attend The Trentham Spudfest yesterday as a spec-tater… and I yam not sorry for any spud pun related eye-rolls that occur whilst you read this.
I ate potatoes, cooked and prepared a different way every single day for an entire month.
Why? Well, living in Melbourne, enduring the longest lockdown in the world I needed something that would keep me entertained, give me a sense of control and a goal to focus on. I set myself some ground rules to manage expectations which were:
🥔 Eat 1 potato-based dish per day for 31 days 🥔 The preparation method must vary each day (I.e no mash, then cottage pie as they are both mashes) 🥔 If a day is skipped it’s a potato for every meal the day after (as punishment) 🥔 Where possible, the potato is to be prepared at home (no takeaway potato every day).
If you googled “Kombucha Scoby Jerky Recipe” congratulations you’re A: awesomely weird and adventurous, and B: in luck, as I’m not going to force you to scroll 47 pages till you get to the recipe. Seriously how annoying is that tactic?
Mum, Dad, Parents, Caretakers or anyone who kept us fed…
For most families I knew when growing up, the responsibility for cooking dinner was the domain of one person over another. Sure, some fancy kids had parents who shared the responsibility, but in my house, Mum was the major provider of the night-time meal.
Mum was (and is) an excellent cook, but there were definitely nights she simply couldn’t be stuffed. Not a fan of ordering takeaway she preferred getting “creative” with the back of the cupboard and bottom of the fridge. Mostly on a Friday.
There are plenty of creature comforts for those that come to simply laze on the white sands of Waikiki, Oahu. Including the food.
It would be easy to visit from mainland America (or Australia) and eat the same food as home. Want to dine at upmarket steak houses, swish burger joints and fancy Japanese restaurants every night? You can, that sounds amazing, delicious… and expensive.
Prefer to explore further than the sanitised tourist strips (and traps)? For those of us who wish to eat local and save money for activities, here are some places to get your munch on.
Not being a typical wish list destination for most people’s food or cultural experiences, the Sunshine Business Association is taking aim to change this perception. Playing host to a progressive cultural dinner experience and walking tour around the western suburbs of Sunshine for the final Friday of the Melbourne Food and Wine Festival MFWF.
What do you think about when you hear the words “Aussie” food?
Vegemite, Tim Tams, Fairy bread, Lamingtons, Pizza Shapes and a snag on the Bunnings BBQ are just some of the collective responses.
When Argentinian grill San Telmo was asked to think outside the square for the Melbourne Food and Wine Festival they decided to stay on home soil and take inspiration from local Aussie ingredients and time honoured home-grown favourites.
All part of the annual March Melbourne Food and Wine Festival (MFWF), an intimate gathering of about 25 people gathered into the cozy Konjo dining room, eyeing off the bubbling buffet pots with anticipation (and more than a few tummy rumbles).
One of the stellar things about heading to an MFWF event is experiencing cuisines, dishes and cultures that may not be part of your usual “go-to” options.
A lot of people giggle and smirk about your infamous items of used clothing in vending machines. However, you really do have “snacking on the go” down pat with vending machines in many convenient locations.