Simple Tuna Pasta

My husband’s been away, and the first thing my kids did was ask me “Mama, can we PLEASE have REAL pasta before Daddy get’s home?” I’ll let you into a secret. It doesn’t matter how often I tell you that there is nothing wrong with gluten free pasta, I’m lying. the whole al dente thing…

Giving veggies a hiding

My mum used to make me eat brussel sprouts. Not the tiny little gourmet buttered brussel sprouts with roasted chestnuts that you find on a lavish European Christmas table. Oh no – these were 1970s Australian versions – bitter, olivey-grey, egg-sized, boiled monsters of torture that would keep me sitting at the table twisting my…

Easy peasy puttanesca

When I was living in Melbourne, I used to get acupuncture once a fortnight after work. I would look forward to this day for thirteen days before it – not because I was going to get stuck with needles, sucked with cups and given a revolting tea decoction by Marina, but because Simon Johnson Fine…