I recently caught up with a dear, dear, friend. You know the one. You probably have one just like them. You think of them fondly and can’t for the life of you remember why you don’t stay in touch anymore.
Author / Melanie
Salted caramel brioche buns, chocolate mug cake, mint chocolate slice, blender chocolate mousse…that’s all in one week folks. That’s right, winter’s here, and I’m on a kitchen rampage.
She’s all grown up now. Sweet but sensual. Familiar yet exotic. Youthful, yes, but she’s all woman.
At home in Toronto I spent countless blissful alone hours knee-deep in dough, pastry and melted chocolate, clearing my mind and expressing myself (and expanding my waistline?) through food.
Over the last year or so I have put the blog on the shelf for many reasons–for friend-making, for exploring, for love–but absolutely not for anything to do with my feelings about food.
My contribution to World Nutella Day is definitely more modest than last year’s effort. But it’s a fun and easy way to enjoy Nutella, wherever you are, and maybe in a way you haven’t tried before.
Little Collins St. Melbourne, VIC
I may have already crossed the ditch over to New Zealand, but I must to tell you about the last stop I made in Melbourne, before leaving the fairest of cities.
Oxford St., Collingwood; Melbourne.
In spite of my atrocious (I’m being a bit dramatic here) experience in Lygon St., I refused to let it stop me.
