A couple of weeks ago, my friend Mags came over and cooked dinner for Panu and I. She made Cambodian pancakes, which were delicious and I am insanely grateful that anyone would want to come and cook me dinner. But the dinner conversation kind of put me to sleep.
You know a restaurant has really hit the jackpot when there’s a dish you always order and it never disappoints. When you recommend it to your friends, they end up always ordering it, and it never disappoints them either. In fact, you order it so much that even though you abso-fricking-lutely LOVE this dish, you haven’t blogged about the restaurant because you’re waiting to try other things so you can talk about more than one dish in your post.
Eventually you kind of give up and just blog the one dish. And here it is, West Juliett’s 12 hour pulled pork salad with fennel, sharp cabbage, apple, kohl rabi and parmesan.
No one ever tells you this but one of the biggest sacrifices you make when you have a baby is not sleep. It’s not your social life. It’s not even a good hot shower. It’s baking. Yes, baking.
Happy belated Valentine’s Day everyone! Hope you spent it with all your loves, the big ones, the little ones and the furry ones. Me? Panu had the day off work (for an unrelated reason) but we had lunch together – burgers, milkshakes and a sleeping baby in the pram. Couldn’t ask for more than that!
Hope you all had a good one too x
On Wednesdays every week, I go along to a mothers group. It’s not a ‘community’ mothers group (which they harass you into joining when you give birth); it’s just six of us friends, who so happen to have had babies a couple of months apart. Yep, we totally planned it that way. Going to mothers group is a reprieve from the constant rocking, playing, shushing and repeat that we do at home all day every day. It’s a chance for us to get together and share in the joys (and woes) of motherhood and basically… eat a lot of sugar.
In case you haven’t quite worked it out, what you’re looking at right there is a big plate of fried chicken skin. Fried. Chicken. Skin. I’m pretty sure they serve this in heaven, or if not then well you can find it at PappaRich in Chatswood. In fact, go to PappaRich and get the fried chicken skin because honestly? It was the only thing I really liked there.