If you’re in Brisbane on a Saturday morning and the sun is a-shining, drive on down to West End Markets on Montague Road. It’s an eclectic mix of food, fashion and all kinds of odd things and definitely worth some wandering around. Last Saturday we did just that and not only did we pick up some cheap fruits and veg, I got me a jar of macadamia nut BUTTER.

OMG. I tasted some at the stall and died on the spot. I bought a jar but my dad says I can’t open it until I’m back in London. But WHY?! I want to rub it all over my face it’s so damn delicious.

*Sigh*

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There is a magical regenerative power to being sick at home. Especially for those of us who live abroad, when we’re down and out and all rugged up feeling acutely sorry for our lonesome selves, all we want is for our mums to be there, to tsk away at how we’ve not kept warm enough, but at the same time, caressing our feverish foreheads and lovingly nursing us back to health. And somehow, we get better so much quicker.

I’ve been so lucky as to have had all this happen while I’m in Brisbane. Because there is no where in the world I’d rather be right now.

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Appropriate, isn’t it? I’d been home in Brisbane for about 36 hours and I’d already had two serves of my dad’s own caught crabs. First, a simple boiled sand crab and then on Sunday night, my dad’s chilli crabs. I said I could die happy, but I’ve now learnt to be careful what I say.

Because less than 24 hours later, I was hurtled away in a screeching ambulance.

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xiao long bao

Happy New Year my dearest favouritest readers in the whole wide bloggersphere! I truly hope you’re all hungunder, but if you’ve gone the other way and are hungover, I hope last night was worth the pain 😉

So all the bloggers out there seem to be doing “top 10 this and that of 2010” type posts, but I’m gonna bail on that and not do one. Mainly because I don’t remember enough of 2010 to make a list of top 10, let alone a top 1.

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Everyone said that we were crazy for going to Cornwall for just one weekend. At an average of 6 hours drive each way, we were told to stay longer, to enjoy the time blah blah. But little do they know that Panu and I, we love roadtrips. We can drive for hours on end and 6 hours through the picturesque countryside is nothing considering not so long ago we did 9 hours through the Mojave desert.

So without so much as a GPS (mainly because we’re cheap) but loaded with snacks including biltong, m&m’s and yoghurt covered edamame, we set out early on Saturday morning, our destination: The Scarlet Hotel, Cornwall.

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