I hung out with an eight year old on Friday night. I had several half-empty jars of jam in the fridge. We made thumbprints. What's ...

There's something incredibly comforting about a loaf cake you slice and slather with butter. Perhaps because they remind me of my ch...

Last week I lost my appetite. The cause was nothing too dramatic, just your garden variety head cold. But I couldn't get enthused ab...

I really didn't intend to post another chocolate recipe this week. I was hoping to share one for a rather lavish lemon meringue cak...

Chocolate and fruit is a matter of personal preference. I've never been fond of the chocolate-dipped strawberry, which is often uphe...

In June this year, I travelled to London. I arrived very early on Sunday morning after two long-haul flights and a middle-of-the-night (...

On Tuesday I travelled to Newcastle, a port town 160km or so north of Sydney. My train left at 7.15am. The friend I was meeting was maki...