Saturday, 6 June 2015

via La Tartine Gourmande
I started reading food blogs close to 10 years ago.  I’ve been reading La Tartine Gourmande for the majority of that time.  That’s because Béatrice Peltre is fabulous.  A French food writer, stylist and photographer, she is based in Boston and has been making the internet foodie contingency salivate over their computer/tablet/phone screens for a number of years.  

via La Tartine Gourmande

Her focus is very much on homemade food, created from scratch with an emphasis on wholefoods and healthy living with a French influence.  But ultimately, despite her lovely recipes, the photography is the star of her site.  Seriously, the photographs are incredible.  Go see, be transported, and run to your nearest farmers’ market as soon as you can to start making her recipes with the freshest ingredients possible.  

via La Tartine Gourmande

via La Tartine Gourmande
I started reading food blogs close to 10 years ago.  I’ve been reading La Tartine Gourmande for the majority of that time.  That’s because Béatrice Peltre is fabulous.  A French food writer, stylist and photographer, she is based in Boston and has been making the internet foodie contingency salivate over their computer/tablet/phone screens for a number of years.  

via La Tartine Gourmande

Her focus is very much on homemade food, created from scratch with an emphasis on wholefoods and healthy living with a French influence.  But ultimately, despite her lovely recipes, the photography is the star of her site.  Seriously, the photographs are incredible.  Go see, be transported, and run to your nearest farmers’ market as soon as you can to start making her recipes with the freshest ingredients possible.  

via La Tartine Gourmande

Sunday, 31 May 2015


Over the last couple of weeks, that horrible sickness called home has been gnawing at me.  Sometimes, it’s big things like a longing for people and places that are familiar.  Sometimes, I’m in the supermarket and I would do anything to find a decent substitute for my favourite brand of West Australian iced coffee.  Sometimes, I absent-mindedly let myself into the passenger seat of my car and miss driving on the opposite side of the road.  Sometimes, I walk between the piers at Venice Beach and Santa Monica, and desperately long for clean beaches and equally clean water to swim in. 

So I made a yoga playlist built on music from home, or songs which remind me of home for some reason.  I have been listening to the Chet Faker/WKND version of You Don’t Treat Me No Good on serious repeat, repeat, repeat.   I switched to SoundCloud to publish my playlists because there's a wide variety of tracks on there you can't find on other sites, but even so, there are still the odd bits and pieces I can't find..... so you'll have to listen to the great tracks by Lisa Mitchell and Busby Marou on You Tube - 

Sweet Disposition (Yinyues Remix) – Temper Trap
Comin’ Around – Faithless ft. Temper Trap
Drop the Game (The Golden Pony Remix) – Flume & Chet Faker
Free – Rudimental ft. Emeli Sande
Straight Lines – Silver Chair
Lover – Chet Faker x WKND
Hard Sun – Eddie Vedder
Mess is Mine – Vance Joy
Trembling Hands (Chet Faker Remix) – Temper Trap
Don’t You Give Up On Me – Milo Greene
Edge of My Dreams – Lisa Mitchell
Better Be Home Soon – Busby Marou
Different Worlds – Jes Hudak
Lonely Boy – Matt Corby




Over the last couple of weeks, that horrible sickness called home has been gnawing at me.  Sometimes, it’s big things like a longing for people and places that are familiar.  Sometimes, I’m in the supermarket and I would do anything to find a decent substitute for my favourite brand of West Australian iced coffee.  Sometimes, I absent-mindedly let myself into the passenger seat of my car and miss driving on the opposite side of the road.  Sometimes, I walk between the piers at Venice Beach and Santa Monica, and desperately long for clean beaches and equally clean water to swim in. 

So I made a yoga playlist built on music from home, or songs which remind me of home for some reason.  I have been listening to the Chet Faker/WKND version of You Don’t Treat Me No Good on serious repeat, repeat, repeat.   I switched to SoundCloud to publish my playlists because there's a wide variety of tracks on there you can't find on other sites, but even so, there are still the odd bits and pieces I can't find..... so you'll have to listen to the great tracks by Lisa Mitchell and Busby Marou on You Tube - 

Sweet Disposition (Yinyues Remix) – Temper Trap
Comin’ Around – Faithless ft. Temper Trap
Drop the Game (The Golden Pony Remix) – Flume & Chet Faker
Free – Rudimental ft. Emeli Sande
Straight Lines – Silver Chair
Lover – Chet Faker x WKND
Hard Sun – Eddie Vedder
Mess is Mine – Vance Joy
Trembling Hands (Chet Faker Remix) – Temper Trap
Don’t You Give Up On Me – Milo Greene
Edge of My Dreams – Lisa Mitchell
Better Be Home Soon – Busby Marou
Different Worlds – Jes Hudak
Lonely Boy – Matt Corby



Tuesday, 7 April 2015


I wrote recently that I wondered if I should play some more 'chilled' music in yoga.  I tried.  This happened.  
If I could be in any band, it would be Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.  I would play the guitar (badly), sing (badly), wear flowers in my hair, and trim Alex Ebert's beard whilst he was sleeping. Then, when I threw my inevitable rock star tantrum and stormed out to be a solo artist, I would ask Sia to write songs for me.  Better keep up with those guitar lessons...


Mona Ki Ngi Xica (Synapson Remix) – Bonga
We Don’t Eat (Plassix Edit) – James Vincent McMorrow
Home (FlicFlac Edit) – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Burn the Pages – Sia
Twice (RUOBIN Remix) – Sarah Lee
Man on Fire (Little Daylight Remix) – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Life is Hard (Teen Daze Remix) – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
What My Last Girl Put Me Through (Bluewave Edit) – Nicolas Jaar
Like Real People Do – Hozier
Perfume – Sia


I wrote recently that I wondered if I should play some more 'chilled' music in yoga.  I tried.  This happened.  
If I could be in any band, it would be Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.  I would play the guitar (badly), sing (badly), wear flowers in my hair, and trim Alex Ebert's beard whilst he was sleeping. Then, when I threw my inevitable rock star tantrum and stormed out to be a solo artist, I would ask Sia to write songs for me.  Better keep up with those guitar lessons...


Mona Ki Ngi Xica (Synapson Remix) – Bonga
We Don’t Eat (Plassix Edit) – James Vincent McMorrow
Home (FlicFlac Edit) – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Burn the Pages – Sia
Twice (RUOBIN Remix) – Sarah Lee
Man on Fire (Little Daylight Remix) – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Life is Hard (Teen Daze Remix) – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
What My Last Girl Put Me Through (Bluewave Edit) – Nicolas Jaar
Like Real People Do – Hozier
Perfume – Sia

Tuesday, 24 March 2015


I'm Australian.  We don't do brunch.  We do breakfast.  We get up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning, get to the beach before all available parking spots disappear, and then rush to the nearest cafe for breakfast before the line to be seated is so long you expire in the sun long before you get a coffee.  In Los Angeles, a lot of restaurants and cafes don't even open for weekend brunch before 11 am; the menu consists of a combination of breakfast and lunch options, and you're as likely to indulge in a mimosa as a coffee.  So, lining up for brunch at midday is not unusual in any way, but when a girlfriend and wandered down to Courtyard Kitchen after morning yoga, we were famished and spent 40 minutes longing for our brunch.



I've been to the Courtyard before and it's a sweet little place with a good menu which is a little cheaper than other options near by.  We had the Ratatouille Eggs and Tale of Two Green Eggs (my girlfriend didn't even look at the menu, she's obsessed with this one dish) and they couldn't come fast enough.



I've been having this savory vs. sweet conundrum for a few weeks now when I go to brunch. I spend forever trying to decide which I want and then ultimately always want the option I didn't choose.  I'm definitely having pancakes next time.



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I'm Australian.  We don't do brunch.  We do breakfast.  We get up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning, get to the beach before all available parking spots disappear, and then rush to the nearest cafe for breakfast before the line to be seated is so long you expire in the sun long before you get a coffee.  In Los Angeles, a lot of restaurants and cafes don't even open for weekend brunch before 11 am; the menu consists of a combination of breakfast and lunch options, and you're as likely to indulge in a mimosa as a coffee.  So, lining up for brunch at midday is not unusual in any way, but when a girlfriend and wandered down to Courtyard Kitchen after morning yoga, we were famished and spent 40 minutes longing for our brunch.



I've been to the Courtyard before and it's a sweet little place with a good menu which is a little cheaper than other options near by.  We had the Ratatouille Eggs and Tale of Two Green Eggs (my girlfriend didn't even look at the menu, she's obsessed with this one dish) and they couldn't come fast enough.



I've been having this savory vs. sweet conundrum for a few weeks now when I go to brunch. I spend forever trying to decide which I want and then ultimately always want the option I didn't choose.  I'm definitely having pancakes next time.



The Courtyard Kitchen on Urbanspoon

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Whilst taking a class this morning, I considered the possibility that I need more chill-out music playlists.  This is not a chill-out music playlist.  It’s a hot power yoga playlist.  It’s also a collection of music from some boys I love – or music which reminds me of boys I love.  Totally all over Caught a Ghost right now thanks to Bosch.  And….. did I mention I love Chet Faker?  No?  See below.

Nevermind Sleep – Chet Faker
Cigarettes and Chocolate – Chet Faker
Sober – Childish Gambino
Rev – Chet Faker
Gabriel – Joe Goddard
A Beautiful Mine – RJD2
Can’t Let Go – Caught a Ghost
La Ritournelle – Sebastien Teller
No Sugar in My Coffee – Caught a Ghost
House Atriedes – Chet Faker
How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead
Roslyn – Bon Iver & St Vincent
Treefingers - Radiohead

Whilst taking a class this morning, I considered the possibility that I need more chill-out music playlists.  This is not a chill-out music playlist.  It’s a hot power yoga playlist.  It’s also a collection of music from some boys I love – or music which reminds me of boys I love.  Totally all over Caught a Ghost right now thanks to Bosch.  And….. did I mention I love Chet Faker?  No?  See below.

Nevermind Sleep – Chet Faker
Cigarettes and Chocolate – Chet Faker
Sober – Childish Gambino
Rev – Chet Faker
Gabriel – Joe Goddard
A Beautiful Mine – RJD2
Can’t Let Go – Caught a Ghost
La Ritournelle – Sebastien Teller
No Sugar in My Coffee – Caught a Ghost
House Atriedes – Chet Faker
How to Disappear Completely – Radiohead
Roslyn – Bon Iver & St Vincent
Treefingers - Radiohead

Monday, 9 March 2015

I have a girlfriend who looks very poorly upon my tendency to go hiking alone in the wilds surrounding Los Angeles.  I don’t know what she thinks is going to happen to me.  I suppose she imagines me falling down a ravine and breaking my neck or being kidnapped by lunatic failed actors hiding in the bushes.  Last week I desperately needed to get out and be one with nature and all that jazz and so I decided to try a new hike.  Yes, all by myself.  I drove up to Pacific Palisades in order to attempt the Santa Ynez Falls trail.  Short, sweet, apparently not very hard but very pretty. 





I traipsed off down said pretty track full of enthusiasm.  As I passed into the section of the trail that is ‘unmaintained’, I was overwhelmed by a great sense of adventure.  I was leaping across sections of creek, jumping between rocks, clambering up steep little hills little with thick and winding tree roots.  I was Gertrude Bell!  I was Isabella Bird! I was Jeanne Bare (without the boat)!




About twenty minutes later, the sense of adventure started to withdraw towards a sense of mild unease.  I was bound to slip and break an ankle on anyone one of the little rocks falls, or fall face down into the creek and drown.  How the heck was I was going to get back?  Who would come to look for me?  I began to imagine a 127 Hours scenario, dragging myself along the creek bed, a bloody and mutilated foot leaving a trail of my impending death along the ground, a helicopter airlifting me out of the plush surrounds of the Pacific Palisades mansions.  Then I just started to get really annoyed.  Where was this bloody waterfall?!  I had been hiking for half an hour, surely?!  The path just kept getting more and more ‘unmaintained’ and treacherous.  I even abandoned my water bottle so I could use both hands to clamber over roots and rocks.  Eventually, I gave up and headed back the way I came, getting slightly lost once or twice before finding my way back to the main, ‘maintained’ trail. 



By the way, no martinis are allowed on the trail.  This is possibly the way alcohol is represented on park signs in this part of California.  I like to think it’s more likely than one too many residents of the surrounding gated community mansions stumbled into the park late at night with a martini glass in hand and got into serious trouble on the ‘unmaintained’ paths… 

I have a girlfriend who looks very poorly upon my tendency to go hiking alone in the wilds surrounding Los Angeles.  I don’t know what she thinks is going to happen to me.  I suppose she imagines me falling down a ravine and breaking my neck or being kidnapped by lunatic failed actors hiding in the bushes.  Last week I desperately needed to get out and be one with nature and all that jazz and so I decided to try a new hike.  Yes, all by myself.  I drove up to Pacific Palisades in order to attempt the Santa Ynez Falls trail.  Short, sweet, apparently not very hard but very pretty. 





I traipsed off down said pretty track full of enthusiasm.  As I passed into the section of the trail that is ‘unmaintained’, I was overwhelmed by a great sense of adventure.  I was leaping across sections of creek, jumping between rocks, clambering up steep little hills little with thick and winding tree roots.  I was Gertrude Bell!  I was Isabella Bird! I was Jeanne Bare (without the boat)!




About twenty minutes later, the sense of adventure started to withdraw towards a sense of mild unease.  I was bound to slip and break an ankle on anyone one of the little rocks falls, or fall face down into the creek and drown.  How the heck was I was going to get back?  Who would come to look for me?  I began to imagine a 127 Hours scenario, dragging myself along the creek bed, a bloody and mutilated foot leaving a trail of my impending death along the ground, a helicopter airlifting me out of the plush surrounds of the Pacific Palisades mansions.  Then I just started to get really annoyed.  Where was this bloody waterfall?!  I had been hiking for half an hour, surely?!  The path just kept getting more and more ‘unmaintained’ and treacherous.  I even abandoned my water bottle so I could use both hands to clamber over roots and rocks.  Eventually, I gave up and headed back the way I came, getting slightly lost once or twice before finding my way back to the main, ‘maintained’ trail. 



By the way, no martinis are allowed on the trail.  This is possibly the way alcohol is represented on park signs in this part of California.  I like to think it’s more likely than one too many residents of the surrounding gated community mansions stumbled into the park late at night with a martini glass in hand and got into serious trouble on the ‘unmaintained’ paths… 

Monday, 23 February 2015

via My New Roots

It’s been a while since I wrote a gushing blog crush so I wanted to take a moment to send out some love to Sarah Britton of My New Roots.  Sarah is a holistic nutritional practitioner and she’s been slogging away at her awesome blog since 2007.  I started reading food blogs around this time so I think I’ve been keeping one eye on MNR almost since the beginning.  Unlike a lot of vegan and vegetarian food blogs that claim to be all about improving your overall nutritional intake, Sarah actually knows the science behind the jargon and shares a whole lot of recipes that not only look very pretty and taste good, but they make sense because she can tell you exactly why turmeric is good for you, not just that it gives that soup you’re making a great colour. 

via My New Roots
Like a lot of vegan/vegetarian/whole food bloggers, her recipes often require some patience and a good food processor, which is often a turn-off to some cooks pressed for time or cash, but there are plenty of recipes on her site which are simple and take no time/expensive gadgets at all (ie I’m crushing so hard on her Chocolate Chunk Nut Butter Blondies right now).  


via My New Roots

Her first cook book is being released next month.  I’m a teensy-weensy bit excited.  

via My New Roots

It’s been a while since I wrote a gushing blog crush so I wanted to take a moment to send out some love to Sarah Britton of My New Roots.  Sarah is a holistic nutritional practitioner and she’s been slogging away at her awesome blog since 2007.  I started reading food blogs around this time so I think I’ve been keeping one eye on MNR almost since the beginning.  Unlike a lot of vegan and vegetarian food blogs that claim to be all about improving your overall nutritional intake, Sarah actually knows the science behind the jargon and shares a whole lot of recipes that not only look very pretty and taste good, but they make sense because she can tell you exactly why turmeric is good for you, not just that it gives that soup you’re making a great colour. 

via My New Roots
Like a lot of vegan/vegetarian/whole food bloggers, her recipes often require some patience and a good food processor, which is often a turn-off to some cooks pressed for time or cash, but there are plenty of recipes on her site which are simple and take no time/expensive gadgets at all (ie I’m crushing so hard on her Chocolate Chunk Nut Butter Blondies right now).  


via My New Roots

Her first cook book is being released next month.  I’m a teensy-weensy bit excited.  

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