The sweet end of the afternoon a the Mama San photo shoot. The sticky black rice pudding with coconut cream and mango was vegan divinity, and I have it on good authority the rest was pretty spectacular as well. To inject Asia into an affogato they use the traditional Vietnamese individual coffee filter, filled upon arrival at your table. This method of brewing coffee, served with an inch thick base of sweetened condensed milk, was how I weaned myself onto coffee in 1997. I've cut out the sugar content, but the caffeine desire still remains.
Saturday, May 19
Sunday, May 13
Thrilled to share with you photos from last weeks shoot at the hip and uber stylish Mama San "Kitchen Bar Lounge". The Kitchen Sessions menu features dishes interpreted from Will Merrick's latests jaunts around Asia, the latest set is a nod to Burma. I shot for almost seven hours straight with the slick team from the kitchen, Charlie from Sea Circus (where I previously shot their menu) and Rachel, the red flash PR energy and Will's right hand women at Mama San.
Coming up next, behind the scenes action, desserts and cocktails in the golden light of dusk.
Saturday, May 12
|Photos courtesy of Fliss Dodd, Udder|
I want to share with you the chance to win some handmade joy from my friend Fliss, the talented energy behind Udder. She has teamed up with Jodi from Che and Fidel to giveaway a bandit penguin or a mask and cape set.
Udder's unique hand crafted friends are a hit with kids and grown-ups worldwide and the collection has expanded to include a range of children's wear, made from hand dyed and printed cotton Indonesian batik. Rocking toddler bloomers, bibs and sweet home accessories (pictured above) are now for sale online with free shipping in Australia. They are modelled here by Art, the littlest of the Udder tribe. Aquaman is bummed the cape isn't a bit bigger to complete his superhero surf outfit.
Friday, May 11
Last month it was WA, this month I'm back in Indonesia, and next month....I'm off to Italy. Yes you read that correctly. Jakarta to London, then into Sicily to eat capers and granita before I attend three weeks of the International Summer Academy of Arts in Venice, in parallel with the Biennale. A long time dream, I will be studying two 10 day masterclasses in photography, fuelled by a city that has been described as "painfully beautiful". I think I'll be able to handle it; and look forward to sharing the results of my labor with you.
Venice photo courtesy of the talented Australian photographer Carla Coulson, whose blog about photography and her life in Italy and France is a must read.
Before my posts switch to more tropical vistas, I have a few autumnal moments still to share - while I can still feel the kiss of a crisp morning on my cheek. Autumn isn't complete without a visit to the Golden Valley Tree Park in Balingup; sixty hectares of gently landscaped parkland, grazing sheep and undulations. Coming from the flat coastal plain, any relief in the landscape is a glorious sight, and the inland chill factor fosters more vibrant and diverse autumn colours. We followed the "Pear Walk", given my penchant for these luscious autumn fruit and the fact that I had one ready to eat when we arrived. It survived the walk and the "exhilarating downhill" section, before I devoured its juiciness.
Wednesday, May 2
Visitors to the wheat belt in late autumn may believe they have arrived in a wide spread pagan ritual, as parallel lines of fire zebra the treeless paddocks. Either that or an OCD pyromanic is lighting organised and controlled fires for a night time thrill. No, it is the common practice of burning canola windrows for weed control as part of a no-till practise on sandy loam soils. Canola is used in a mixed crop rotation to break the cycle of pests and diseases hosted by cereals. This year the same paddock will be seeded with wheat. Burning the canola swath is an effective form of weed management, and lessens the reliance on herbicides while minimising the disturbance of top soil. While the romantic vision may be of a farmer walking the windrows with a box of matches, the scale of broad acre cropping sees a ute hugging the windrows, and a flame thrower fuelled by a potent mix of petrol and diesel hung off the side to ignite the parched stems.