90s kids will likely remember the Simpsons episode where Homer orders the Fugu (or pufferfish) at the Japanese restaurant, only to be told he has 24 hours to live after consuming its incorrectly prepared flesh.
It’s been nearly 24 hours since I ate Fugu, so I’m unsure if I’m barrelling towards my imminent demise, or if my gut ache is just a touch of wind. Either way, I’m still living it up in Japan so if this is my last 24 hours then cest la vie!
I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve, except my Santa arrives about 7.30 tomorrow in the shape of an Uber.
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).
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.