pulled pork salad

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.

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fried chicken skin

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.

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pan fried rice cakes with tiger prawns, caramelised pork, shallot oil, fried shallot, peanut and pork floss

Baby, you had me at pork floss.

This year’s birthday was very low key. While my graceful journey towards ageing is usually accented by decadent meals at fabulous locales, this year there be a bun baking in the oven and as we all know, decadent meals at fabulous locales more than likely will always include some form of ceviche this, or tartare that, or basically, raw, cheesy, eggy deliciousness that I’m not allowed to have right now.

And lord forbid I should ask for an abridged menu and watch someone else eat all the good stuff.

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Last week, Panu was struck down by the man-flu. Even more heinous than the dreaded ‘lurgy, man-flu targets the manliest of men, reducing even the strongest of the breed to whimpering, coughing, spluttering messes. At 6am on a Saturday morning.

6am on a Saturday morning indeed. My sleep-in very much disrupted, I wondered what people did at 6am on Saturday mornings. And my unusually alert little mind struck gold: go to The Grounds of Alexandria.

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Wow, how hard is it to go back to work after a four day weekend, guys? I’m struggling today. It’s 3pm and I’ve just checked my frequent flyer points balance because what better way to get over the holiday blues (even a small one) than to book another holiday? Despite it only being a three day trip, our little rendezvous to Melbourne over Easter was fantastic – lots of rest, some touristing and most importantly, no shortage of deliciousness.

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