Jack of all and master of nothing.
‘What do you mean I’m doing service on my own? I enquired. Larder, grill, sauces, pans, Desserts. 1 chef. Five … Continue reading Jack of all and master of nothing.
A site about Tasmania and its food, built by a Tasmanian chef. I was raised by a traditional forager, a man who knew how to survive and thrive without supermarkets. I have been told I am somewhat of an educated bogan, and I tend to agree. I hope you enjoy my flavours and find something that pleases you and your taste buds.
‘What do you mean I’m doing service on my own? I enquired. Larder, grill, sauces, pans, Desserts. 1 chef. Five … Continue reading Jack of all and master of nothing.
#Pickle pro tip: Baked beans are a great fart propellant. Be certain not to consume baked beans before going on any dates. Your potential partner most likely won’t like your smell. Continue reading Baked beans: The tastiest of protein bombs
Baked beans have been a staple of mines for a long, long time. It was a simple filler for me … Continue reading Baked beans
“Why are you such a tight arse dad” I had the nerve to say one evening. “WHAT WAS THAT BOY? … Continue reading Whisky in the jar
#Pickle pro-tip: If you are going to dabble into the world of culinary lavender, do not under any circumstances just grab some from yours or your neighbors garden. Using standard lavender in cookery with f*”k your taste buds up for weeks. Find a supplier of the good stuff. I’m not joking. Continue reading Fig Jam
‘Ya gotta be sneaky boy’ ‘You can’t just run up on them and expect them to sit and wait for … Continue reading Crocodile rock
Picking berries and preserving them as jam, or conserves has been happening for many a century. I’ve been making jams … Continue reading Forest fruit jam
Big Bruno, the bull of an island. Only a little island, on a big river, on another sorta little island. … Continue reading Bruno the bull. A story of Tasmanian beef.
Pickle pro tip- Make sure you have a sharp knife when cleaning skin from any type of beast. As a teenager, my father used to get me and my friends that would accompany us to clean most animals we hunted. And all we had to use was shitty kmart style knives. Invest in a good blade, it is worth it. Continue reading How to clean a bulls head for commercial use.
I got scolded a couple of times after my dad went to make his toast himself, and all that was left in the jar was orange rind. Continue reading Marmalade: Spread that s%t all over boy.