Sunday, September 18, 2011

Laidback tripping aka Why Adelaide is not for 'Type A' types

Great weather, good food, good wine, lazy swims and soaks in hot tubs and golly, eight hours of sleep every night! These all sound like the perfect ingredients for a great holiday, but as much as I enjoyed the getaway, it wasn't too long before super laidback Adelaide got a teeny bit too ardous for me.

I was looking forward to immersing myself in the heartbeat of a colourful city, but all I found was a faint bleep on the cardiac monitor. Surprise, surprise! Adelaide resembles a sleepy retirement village (complete with plan your funeral commercials playing on the telly), even when the weekday CBD folks came out to play. Taking it slow may be just what the doctor prescribed for us high-strung types, but unfortunately, prolonged periods of lazy time don't quite sit well with me. Me and my pitiful Type A personality.


It was 5pm on a Thursday and there we were in the heart of the Barossa Valley, sipping cocktails and watching the sun set over vineyards while waiting to be seated for dinner at the the ultra swanky Appellation. Picture perfect and something others would kill for, but right there and then, nothing appealed more than the thought of hammering at the keyboard on my messy office desk. No siree, I don't think I do lazy very well at all.

But that said, it was still a good holiday and if anything, the break's made me look forward to Monday morning more than I have in awhile. Helloooo deadlines, oh how I've missed you. In the meantime, here are my favourite snaps from my week of kicking it back in South Australia.

Breakfast for junkies. In transit at Melbourne airport, and the only time I felt real hunger for the rest of the week.
Fresh produce at Adelaide Central Market. Oh the colours!
It's always nice to have a street with your name on it, even if it wasn't named after you.
Hotel room picnic with market buys: Cheap but yummy Moscato, crackers, salami and the tastiest chilli speckled pecorino.
Sunday brunch to share at Cafe Crema in Glenelg: Chorizo & beans hotpot and vanilla chai lattes.
One of my favourite buys. Rings that actually mean something!
Foodie stop: Good Life Modern Organic Pizza.
Love their philosophy...
And their sea salt speckled garlic bread.
Pity about the pizza!
Mucking around in the candy shop.
Tram ticket wisdom. I like new beginnings!
Braving the dark, quiet streets to dinner at Sparrow Kitchen & Bar.
The wine-fuelled walk back was not scary at all. I wonder why?
Italian breakfast at Rigoni's on Leigh (MY) Street.
Breakfast for champions: 2D muscle men and a cappuccino.
All set to conquer Harbour Town.
Harbour Town sunset.
Sunset in the CBD.
The yummiest fritto misto at Andre's Cucina & Polenta Bar.
Perfect spring weather at the Pennington Gardens.
Breakfast at the uber quaint The Store on Melbourne Street.
Fluffy pancakes BURSTING with blueberries.
Need versus want, simplified.
Love their clean-smelling organic skincare.
Impromptu fancy dinner getup with my storebought blazer and beaded blouse. All for just under AUD50. ;) India's trained the bargain hound in me very well indeed.
Zucchini blossoms at Auge. Oh how I love thee!
Checking in to our gorgeous room (Room #1) The Stirling Hotel in the Adelaide Hills.
On to a late lunch at The Locavore. Brililant concept (and a very charming boss).
The setting's pretty awesome too, though I had to squint to read the wall of wines when we returned for dinner on our last night.
Happy as a clam to finally sit down to our first meal at 3pm.
With the obligatory glass of wine! And wishing I'd piled on more than two layers as it was getting rather chilly outside.
Nursing our post-dinner food coma with a chick flick. You've Got Mail hits the spot every single time.
Delicious pan-fried gnocchi at 1918 Bistro & Grill in the Barossa. I don't think I've ever eaten so much gnocchi and eggs Ben in a week!
Chef's tasting menu at Appellation. I was wishing so bad I would be hungry...
But I entered the dinner hall full, and left stuffed and a tad too mellow from the wines.
Cappuccino well done at The Stirling Bistro. They give us a AUD50 voucher for breakfast every morning, how generous!
If there's one thing the South Aussies do well, it's got to be poached eggs. I didn't have a single bad one, and trust me, I had ALOT of breakfast eggs on the trip.
Strolling through Hahndorf, a German town in the Adelaide Hills.
The town was a bit touristy, but gorgeous nonetheless. It made us feel like it was Christmas morning!
Look what I found while poking through the curio shops. Now that's just how I like to cook!
Sipping hot chocolate in the sunshine.
And posing for a picture, of course!
Back to The Locavore for some last night hurrah. Our waiter Ben, who's lived in Asia and is super fluent in Singlish, took wine tasting VERY seriously. We finally decided on our choice of red after five bottles. Or was it six?
So after a coma-inducing meal, and after we had, against all odds, polished off a 'meal on its own' sticky fig pudding to applause, Ben presented us with complimentary petits fours (or threes?) with a flourish. "This is just because I want to kill you."
His ploy failed, though we did roll out of the restaurant three hours later a little worse for wear. See you if you get here to Singapore lah, Ben. ;)

Friday, September 09, 2011

Gone trippin'.


Off we go a travellin' Down Under, this time to the south. Really looking forward to walking the streets, kicking back in designer sheets and busting our month's tipple quota. Till then!

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Mommy tears

My baby turns one in October.

I've never had a child, but this magazine comes pretty damn close to one. The sweat, the tears, the back-breaking preliminary start-up and the good old days I used to haul bags and bags of food across town... has it really been a year since we went through all of that?

We're putting the finishing touches on our 12th issue, and I'm getting all teary-eyed.

Happy birthday in advance, sweetheart. It's been one hell of a run, from flapping at ground zero to becoming the relatively well-oiled machine you are today. Your mommies are super, duper proud of you.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Hello again, Bob.


I've been a Bob Blumer fan ever since I saw him on telly; a crazy-haired cook driving around in his Toastermobile, cooking up the most amazing dishes for the most colourful characters. I first saw him in the flesh two years ago at a World Gourmet Summit dinner (where he made us churn our own butter), and I had the good fortune to meet him again on Saturday, this time around at the Starhub Hubalicious Food Festival.

I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Saturday evening – the wine was flowing, our table mates were nicely rowdy and amazing oyster shuckers (more on that later), and I got to bring my fellow fan girl with me. Oh yes, and we got to eat some pretty amazing food.

In typical Bob style, we had to work for our first course. Oyster shucker, I am so not!

Thank goodness for the friendly, experienced shuckers at our table!
Credit's far from mine, but I'm not complaining!
Lobster bisque
Stinging nettle ravioli – tastes like spinach!
Dessert for mains. Salmon cupcake – salmon fishcake with a beet-coloured mash icing
And breakfast for dessert. White chocolate "egg whites" with a passionfruit sorbet "yolk".
In 2009, with Ken
2011, with Ceci. Why does it look like I'm the only one who aged???

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Moral efficiency.

So, I haven't been to the office much since we put our September baby to print. I've decided to condense two issues worth of recipe testing into a week (so I'm not obligated to hit the stoves after my vacay), and I've been zipping in and out of grocery stores and my kitchen like a woman on a mission.

But while I was milking the euphoria that comes with not having to beat the peak hour traffic to journey to the far east, I was also getting increasingly unsettled with each passing day. It's weird, but all that dissipated the minute I sat down at my mess of an office desk this morning.

I can't explain it. I actually feel morally more efficient in an environment of pantry chats and lunchtime trash talking, as opposed to what seems like an illicitly indulgent five-successful-recipes-a-day schedule.

Go figure!