tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77005053132575785512024-03-13T14:20:16.444+11:00Deep Dish DreamsThinking out loud about comestiblesstickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-38052402709874276592013-01-03T19:51:00.001+11:002013-01-04T15:43:49.077+11:00Hospitality: A New Breed of Food Reviewers<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:TrackMoves/> <w:TrackFormatting/> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:DoNotPromoteQF/> <w:LidThemeOther>EN-AU</w:LidThemeOther> <w:LidThemeAsian>X-NONE</w:LidThemeAsian> <w:LidThemeComplexScript>X-NONE</w:LidThemeComplexScript> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> <w:SplitPgBreakAndParaMark/> <w:DontVertAlignCellWithSp/> <w:DontBreakConstrainedForcedTables/> <w:DontVertAlignInTxbx/> <w:Word11KerningPairs/> <w:CachedColBalance/> <w:UseFELayout/> </w:Compatibility> <m:mathPr> <m:mathFont m:val="Cambria Math"/> <m:brkBin m:val="before"/> <m:brkBinSub m:val="--"/> <m:smallFrac m:val="off"/> <m:dispDef/> <m:lMargin m:val="0"/> <m:rMargin m:val="0"/> <m:defJc m:val="centerGroup"/> <m:wrapIndent m:val="1440"/> <m:intLim m:val="subSup"/> <m:naryLim m:val="undOvr"/> </m:mathPr></w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/vmiramontes/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">vmiramontes</a></td></tr>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: orange;">To avoid criticism say nothing, do nothing, be nothing. </span><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2192.Aristotle">Aristotle</a></span></b></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Have you noticed</b> that everyone has an opinion on food - Informed or otherwise? Food opinion is everywhere, which is particularly pertinent as hospitality businesses have typically thrived on word of mouth. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">For venues, opinion via reviews was once vaguely manageable. There was a time when certain restaurants flexed their right to refuse to serve newspaper food reviewers. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">A Sydney a venue went as far as to sue a publication over a scathing review by Matthew Evans said to have ruined their business - <a href="http://www.crikey.com.au/2012/06/29/legal-battle-over-restaurant-review-leaves-bitter-taste/">a case that was in the courts for nine years.</a> Such was the influence of the traditional food press.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But the status quo has changed. In today's world, opinion is not black and white and in hospitality - no matter what the facts - the customer's personal experience underscores whatever they express online about a venue.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Understandably, publications now run shy of potentially litigious opinion pieces. Readers don’t necessarily trust editorial content any more, citing hidden agenda’s warped by the need to draw advertisers. The trend is reflected by newspaper and magazine sales that have been in freefall against online news, resulting in the number of printed pages devoted to the hospitality industry diminishing. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The public has turned to a new breed of reviewer - the online reviewer - and while some may be the darlings of the public, they too are beginning to be loathed by some F&B operators. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This angst is the flow on effect of society being in the reality show era, a time of ‘warts and all’ citizen journalism, where everyone has an opinion and can publish it online without checking their facts or even revealing who they actually are.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Sure, not everyone takes this stuff seriously, but a few voices speak louder than others which is why they are considered online influencers.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;">W</span>ho’s making the most noise?</span></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>The people identified as online F&B influencers</b> interact regularly with local diners. Not all come with the gravitas of knowing what they’re talking about when it comes to cooking or service but they are trusted for being someone their readers can identify with.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Some of them blog about food or review venues, some mostly <a href="http://www.jenius.com.au/top100australianfoodtwitterers/" target="_blank">tweet food.</a> Amongst these are freelance journalists, other professional writers, culinary professionals, photographers and enthusiastic amateurs. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Slipping under the radar are those who are simply known as ‘the go-to person for food’ by their friends on Facebook, Pinterest or Tumblr. Or they may simply post photos of every meal they have on Instagram.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In a category of their own are the self-promoters - those that come with a chain of linked social media accounts for wider bandwidth of communications. Often these opinion makers participate in PR or Marketing sponsored events, using their social tentacles to flood online communities with duplicate posts. This activity has been seen lately to erode their gravitas, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>which may be perceived as more of a curse than a blessing for venues.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In that mix are those that post reviews of a single meal at a venue, which is then linked to a review aggregation network, to <a href="http://www.google.com/+/learnmore/local/" target="_blank">Google+ Local</a> or a street publication such as <a href="http://gram.net.au/" target="_blank">Gram</a>. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Younger food writers have been contributing to Australian online journal subscription sites such as <a href="http://www.agendacity.com/" target="_blank">Agenda</a>, <a href="http://thethousands.com.au/" target="_blank">The Thousands</a> and <a href="http://www.broadsheet.com.au/" target="_blank">Broadsheet</a>. These publications have been criticized for being the first over the threshold rather than posting in detail once a hospitality venue has hit their stride. But they specifically attract a certain type of clientele, the one that will queue to be at the ‘hot new place’.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And let’s not forget that now Joe Average - who doesn’t consider themselves a critic - can post a few sentences on a local geospatial review website and app such as <a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">UrbanSpoon</a>, <a href="http://www.yelp.com.au/" target="_blank">Yelp,</a> <a href="https://foursquare.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">FourSquare</a> or <a href="http://yourrestaurants.com.au/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">YourRestaurants</a>, plus global travel sites like <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">TripAdvisor,</a> or even as their Facebook status.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Like it or not, it’s now part of our culture. When the public want a food recommendation, they go online for suggestions first. Today Google can be the friend you turn to for a dining suggestion.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>You can’t prevent people</b> from talking about your venue. So how do you address all these online opinions?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">As I <a href="http://deepdishdreams.blogspot.com.au/2012/11/f-social-media-art-of-being-social.html" target="_blank">mentioned in my last post</a>, this falls into the category of reputation management. It is critical for businesses where there is heavy competition so time should be allocated regularly to see what is being said.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It can be as easy as doing a search for your business online. Don't forget to also search Google Images. What you find may surprise you. You may also see what your staff are saying about you. At the very least, consider it as a gauge of how you are publicly perceived.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If there is a common thread to the criticisms or compliments, use that to further shape your business. It's possible that you may become more aware of the demographic and nature of your core customer, which should assist in determining your prices and service offering. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">When mentioned in social media communities, the correct etiquette is to acknowledge and thank the customer that has mentioned you. Should you not have social accounts with which to do this, consider linking to their review or comment on your venue’s website. This may start a long term relationship with your online advocate that could assist in building loyalty and further word of mouth benefits.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">By no means impersonate a customer with a retaliatory or an anonymous hyper-positive comment, nor should you vent in rage anywhere online. A chef, FOH or proprietor tirade is a stain on the business' reputation that is difficult to erase. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In many online instances you have the right of reply via a comments section, a business owner response, a contact form or an email address. If it is a clear case of bullying or trolling by a competitor most of the popular review sites will remove the offensive item on request.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">These steps are basic customer service translated for the internet. The game plan has changed significantly since Matthew Evans was a reviewer, but it represents new opportunities for hospitality businesses. Working with customer reviews can demonstrate that you are open to using feedback to nurture your business and it has the potential to turn the reviewer and their friends into long term advocates. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN-US">A version of this piece first appeared in <b><a href="http://espressoitaliano.net.au/">Espresso Italiano</a> </b></span></i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN-US">magazine and online </span></i></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span lang="EN-US">for <b>Lavazza</b>. More social media advice from me can be <a href="http://espressoitaliano.net.au/member-enquiry/" target="_blank">unlocked by Lavazza customers</a> on that website. In the <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/33073378485008588/" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">current</span> issue</a>, I talk about <a href="http://www.yelp.com.au/about" target="_blank">Yelp</a> for the hospitality industry.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">It takes 20 years to build a reputation and five minutes to ruin it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">If you think about that, you'll do things differently. </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="bodybold" style="color: #93c47d;">Warren Buffett
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<b><span lang="EN-US">What is Social Media for the hospitality
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>What have you heard</b> about Social Media
Marketing for restaurants? Was it, “It’s free but it’s all too hard”? They
could be right, but the first thing to consider before discussing this topic is
‘What actually brings new customers through the door?’ </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If a venue has a good reputation, you don’t
need to advertise it, right? Your customers come via recommendation from their friends,
or after reading a positive review. That's what most assume.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Australians are skeptical of cafes or
restaurants that advertise. Only 14% trust ads, but most will trust and respond
to a recommendation from within their personal network. So the solution for
growing your market share is to tap into opinion.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Social media marketing is the new word of
mouth recommendation, amplified much further than ever before.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">But if your venue is not particularly
hospitable, it’s not clean and not passionately run - well, social media is just
not your friend. And that’s because online opinions are like applying a
magnifying glass to your operations and accountability, then spreading that to
a huge audience.</span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">So for the Hospitality Industry, Social
Media is a tool for reputation management.</span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Once you start using social networks, there
is no turning back.</b> You will need to allocate some time to read and sometimes
to talk online, and for some that’s most days that your venue is open. With reputation as
a key factor to your success, finding the time should be a priority.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If you choose to do it, then use social
networks as a point of customer service, for inspiration and to share your
enthusiasm. For venues, it is not a place to brag about how much you spent on the place, bitch, shout or even broadcast like it’s an advertisement.
It’s networking in a community space, so be friendly and polite.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Consider if and how your staff use social
networks? Remind them of their responsibility to the venue’s reputation in
their personal interactions online. This includes the etiquette of making
online comments about their employer or colleagues, not publishing confidential
information or images and how they can help with customer service.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Social media networks</b> range from review
sites to photo apps on smart phones, blogs and online scrapbooks. And of course
about 50% of Australians stay in touch via Facebook. Most of it can be updated
easily from a smart phone, so won‘t tie you to a desk.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Start by looking at the online review sites
to take the pulse of your business. Act on suggestions made by public reviewers.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Consider what is the best and strongest
feature of your venue? If your place was a person, what would that person sound
like? What would they like to talk about? This will help you find the right
social platform for you and assist in choosing the things your guests will
enjoy reading about from you online.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Then decide who will be involved from your
team. Behind the scenes photos are very popular and help the public develop a
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<span lang="EN-US">Use platforms that link to each other that
can help to economise on time spent online. For example, some platforms like
Instagram and Pinterest will allow you to post a photo to other social
networks at the same time. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Hootsuite will allow you and your team to share updates
to a few other social media platform accounts as well as schedule posts into the future. And you can
use your phone to push notifications to you if an enquiry has been made via
Facebook or Twitter. That way you can respond quickly whether there is a
customer issue or a compliment.</span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">The elephant in the room</span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><b>Crisis Management </b>is the Voldemort of
Social Media. Well, until you think of online criticism as an opportunity to
improve your product and to create a more loyal customer. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">They key is to be polite and to listen.
That is the art of being social. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Acknowledge both compliments and negativity
with grace, publicly. If you feel the need to be combatative, take a deep
breath and step away from the internet.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Most often, your loyal customers
will step in on your behalf and call foul of the person who is badmouthing your
business, which will circumvent your need to speak defensively.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Should you feel you are being harassed, in
a calm and polite manner invite the person to speak with you offline. The
reason for this is that you are leaving a trail of online footprints that will
remain there for others to see and to judge long after the fact.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If you are genuine, professional and run a
business that cares for its customers, then social media will be a fun way to
engage positive opinions and reviews. And because magazines and newspapers surf
social media to find out what’s hot, it could be a way for you to get your
business into other publications.</span></div>
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<b><span lang="EN-US">So, can you really afford not to be social?</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="EN-US">A version of this piece first appeared in <b><a href="http://espressoitaliano.net.au/">Espresso Italiano</a> </b></span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="EN-US">magazine and online </span></i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span lang="EN-US">for <b>Lavazza</b>. More social media advice from me can be <a href="http://espressoitaliano.net.au/member-enquiry/" target="_blank">unlocked by Lavazza customers</a> on that website. In the <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/33073378485008588/" target="_blank">next issue</a>, I talk about <a href="http://www.yelp.com.au/about" target="_blank">Yelp</a> for the hospitality industry.</span></i></span><br />
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<b>Do you wish that your blog made money?</b> Monetizing your blog is known as pro-blogging.</div>
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Conferences that claim to teach you how to do this are an increasingly common money spinner. It reminds me of Pyramid schemes. Make money by teaching others to teach the same thing. Follow the hashtag streams from some of these events via twitter
and it is evident that they’re not saying anything new or mind blowing. </div>
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<b>In life, if you want to make money,</b> you either become an
employee or you start an enterprise. Deriving income from a blog needs to be
approached in the same way as beginning an enterprise. There are some blogs
that have evolved seemingly naturally from being a hobby to an enterprise but
they have a few things in common:<br />
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</span></span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">The blogger was filling a popular yet unexplored
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</span></span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">They put in very long hours to achieve it</span></li>
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</span></span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">They made sure they stood out from the crowd</span></li>
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</span></span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">They are very credible and well researched</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; text-indent: -18pt;">·<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt;"> </span></span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">They were good at self promotion beyond the blog</span>
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Early in my career I was fortunate to have mentors and in
return, I do the same for others, including assisting with business planning
and helping my clients to stay on goal. I also help with self promotion and personal
branding. </div>
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Some of this knowledge is what you need to build a blog that is a
commercial enterprise.<br />
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In any enterprise my golden rule is “It’s not about you”.
Every business services a customer. Therefore it is all about the customer’s
needs and their point of view, not yours. This must permeate every decision you
make.</div>
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<b>The first step</b> for anyone considering starting out is the
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<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Set your goals</b> – what are you aiming to achieve?
What amount of income do you realistically expect to achieve in the long term?</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Set your exit strategy</b> – when you have achieved
your goals what will you do next, sell out, merge with another or evolve to
another level? In some cases the exit activity is to become a Blooker (to self
publish a book based on your blog or secure a contract from a publisher)</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Define your focus</b> – every business needs a
specific focus. Every commercial blog needs a set theme. To have too many
themes in a blog will not serve those who could monetise it. To stand out you
also need to discover and fill a unique niche. If your blog does not offer a
point of difference it becomes just one in the crowd</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Define the personality of your brand</b>, ie. The
look, the style of writing or ‘The Voice’ you use to communicate. Imagine your
brand as a person, not necessarily yourself, in order to be objective about how
it comes across to others</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -18pt;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Identify your typical reader</b>, what they want to
read, find out how frequently they read blogs and how they discover them in the
first place, find out what else they read and what social networks they use.
Knowing this will ensure your content always has meaning and value for the
reader</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Select a revenue stream</b> by looking at how you
can monetise your blog. This may come via eCommerce, subscription services, syndication,
advertising or writing for brands and other websites. Decide what your fees
will be, create a rate card of what you will charge. Use a system that measures
your online influence/reach so that you can quantify your fees</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 7pt; text-indent: -18pt;"> </span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Create a marketing strategy</b>, no blog is going to
attract readers or income in isolation so publicity is very important</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Create a calendar of activity</b> for posts,
marketing, advertising and publicity. This not only keeps you on track but is
invaluable for showing investors or advertisers that you mean business</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Cost out in man hours and dollars</b> what it will
take to set up and to acquire the tools to achieve a high readership and
interaction with followers. You may find that you need professional help in
some areas which could require a financial loan or venture capital</span></li>
<li><span style="text-indent: -18pt;"><b>Ascertain whether you have
the time and commitment</b> to see it through, based on examining the previous
steps of discovery</span></li>
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In this process, Step Ten can be
the biggest hurdle of all. Many enterprises fail early on because they haven’t
bothered to go through the groundwork of the business plan. Working on a plan
can save you a lot of disappointment.<br />
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Remember that your plan is not cast in
stone. Your blog can, and will, evolve organically, but make sure you take time
to revisit that plan periodically to see if you are still on track.</div>
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<b>Probably the hardest question in
a business plan </b>for bloggers is determining Step Six, identifying a revenue
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There is the obvious such as
advertising on your site, placing Google, FoodBuzz or Nuffnang ads etc, but this will not
earn you a great deal. Another consideration is that the CMS of your blog needs
to be flexible enough to allocate adequate real estate to ads while still
maintaining easy navigation. If viewing is hampered by ads you will surely lose
readers.</div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">SUBSCRIBERS</span></b></div>
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There is already a successful
commercial model in subscription services. Essentially the blogger offers their
site as a paid advertorial space, with notification of updates distributed via
a subscription email service. This model makes money from advertising and from
commissioned advertorial posts. </div>
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The reason the email subscription is involved
is to assist in establishing who your readers are and demonstrating your reach
online, by quantifying return on investment for Advertisers spending money on
your blog. If you have associated social media accounts also with a large
following or reach, this can further bump up your fees but you will need to be
using an effective monitoring engine in order to measure the reach of your
influence.</div>
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Some Pro-Bloggers are also
charging readers a subscription fee. But as per the experience of newspapers
moving into paywall territory, this model will impact on the numbers of
readers. If you follow this path, the quality of your content ought to be
professional magazine standard, and your site should not appear amateur in
structure. There should be a pay-off for subscribers such as access to
exclusive or premium events and non syndicated material.</div>
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<b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">PAID CONTENT</span></b></div>
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For Bloggers whose focus is
solely reviewing, a potential revenue stream can come from aligning yourself
with a cluster of PR agencies. By negotiating an annual retainer from the agency,
you agree to place product reviews on your blog. This can be for products, services,
events or venue reviews. </div>
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First you must do your homework and look at the PR
agencies and especially what their client list is like. Only approach agencies
where there is synergy between your point of focus and their clients. By law
you must also state if your posts are sponsored or advertorial.<br />
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Another alternative is if you already have a large following on your blog, you may be able to bring your klout to a brand by writing paid content for online journals and branded websites. The aim is that you will drive traffic to these other sites in exchange for payment and a backlink to your blog.</div>
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In the cooking niche, you may have
hard goods that you wish to sell. There are many e-commerce solutions available
for your blog, as well as offsite, such as selling via Facebook or eBay. Small
businesses are able to tap into a younger market and regional markets, where
customers have the desire to find unique items outside of usual business hours. </div>
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Appeal to their desire for convenience, offer good customer service and follow
up on your sales to maintain cordial contact without the hard sell. This will
increase your chances of repeat purchases and grow your reputation. If you’re
involved in food selling, be mindful of the law, for example in OH&S,
permits, licenses, transport and other handling regulations.</div>
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This is just a handful of
examples of deriving revenue from food blogs. In all instances of the above, by
law you must make it clear to readers if a post on your blog is sponsored or can
be considered to be an advertorial. Of course there are also the usual business
finance details to manage such as having an ABN, tax implications including
charging GST. That’s best discussed with your Accountant.</div>
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<b>Self promotion is the other major
stumbling block</b> for new businesses. After all, marketing and self promotion is
a specialty area. The basic premise is utilising your personal brand for
reputation building.</div>
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An analogy I use with my own
clients is <i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">‘wallflowers don’t get invited to dance’</span></i>. Don’t expect to get
discovered without any effort when there are billions of blogs online.</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">PERSONAL BRANDING</span></div>
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The first step is to write a
short bio that introduces you. Use it as an opportunity to share your
credentials and build trust. Next create a photo avatar or brandmark that
people will associate with your personal brand. Create an email address just
for that brand.</div>
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Publicity is super important –
you need to let as many people as you can know that you exist online. Use
personal networks, social networks and press releases. Build a profile on
LinkedIn that will show your credentials. Join and participate in relevant LinkedIn
professional groups, from Food Writing to Blogging.</div>
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It is also important to interact
with fans through your comments section and social media. Chat is vital, as
opposed to just broadcasting a link to your latest post. It is also vital to
comment on other blogs. Use genuine interaction and contribution in your
comments. Resorting to sock-puppetry is taboo and can destroy your reputation. Link
farming isn’t as important as it used to be but it can be helpful to appear on
blog directories and lists.</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">GUEST POSTS</span></div>
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Guest posting is important. This
is either via inviting other popular bloggers to post on your site or to submit
a post to another site, community or blog with a very large readership. It’s
basically all about discovery. Submit pieces to traditional media - you may not
be paid, but if your content is used, request a byline and a backlink to your
blog. Also comment on traditional media stories that have relevance to your
blog and always include a backlink to your own site.</div>
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If you use multiple social media
accounts ensure that your avatar and bio, as well as the tone of voice, are
consistent across all of them. Make it easy for readers to follow your other
social accounts by adding social media buttons to your blog and always add
share buttons so that you content can easily be distributed by your readers to
a wider audience. Facebook plug-ins are also a great way to get your content
noticed around the web.</div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">CONTENT AGGREGATORS</span></div>
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If you are a food venue review
blogger, you can publicise yourself by having a presence on social platforms
that specialise in reviews, beyond the obvious Urbanspoon and Foodspotting
sites, consider travel review and booking platforms, Local Area Marketing sites
such as TruLocal, Restaurant booking platforms and geo-spatial social platforms
such as Yelp and LinkedIn. </div>
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Non-review food blogs or product
review food blogs should consider submitting posts to Food aggregators such as
Tasteologie, Foodgawker and Tastespotting. Also consider having a photo
offshoot on Pinterest if it is relevent to your subject matter.</div>
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Remember to maintain the same
avatar and bio wherever you post on social networks so as to be recognised. In
this way you are not only discovered by more people, you also build your
reputation.<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">The Gristle</span></h3>
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<b>My character ‘Sticky of Deep Dish
Dreams’ - aka Stickifingers -</b> has been a great way to engage with other food
lovers. One of the best aspects is meeting people offline, some of whom read my internet
musings and a few have become firm friends. Blogging is a great hobby.</div>
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Over time I have achieved a wide
reach of influence by using multiple social channels, including Tumblr, Twitter,
Facebook, Instagram, Yelp, Tripadvisor and LinkedIn to name a few, and am regularly
asked by commercial interests why I don’t monetise this blog. </div>
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The answer is
that I already have a career in Social Media Strategy that keeps me on my toes
with its daily changing processes, etiquette and platforms. To monetise a blog
is to create another career path. And I prefer to use what I know, to get others on
a happier path.</div>
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<b>So if can leave you with one
thing to chew over</b>, if you aim to monetize your food blog, to achieve success
it will cease to be a hobby and become a job that requires a great deal of concerted
effort.<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i> </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>Do you have the courage to take that step? Only you can know.</i></span></div>
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<i>If you wish to check my credentials or to discuss professional matters, <br />you can reach me <a href="http://about.me/thewongnumber" target="_blank"><b>at this link</b></a>.</i></div>
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<i style="color: #999999;">Please note that press releases and promotional material sent to me there<br />will be treated as spam in accordance to Australian legislation, as per the statement in the sidebar on this blog.</i></div>
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<i style="color: orange;">“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. <br />Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”</i><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><i> <br /> Carl Gustav Jung <br />Swiss psychiatrist, Psychologist and Founder of the Analytic Psychology, 1875-1961</i></span></blockquote>
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<b style="color: #0b5394;">Hook, line and sinker</b><br />
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<b>In Australia if the traditional Food Media
</b>want to incite an online riot of opinion, they merely need to criticise Food
Bloggers. It’s a story guaranteed to hit a raw nerve that is common to all
bloggers: the validation of their medium. The provocation will result in debate
and a frenzy of hits and backlinks to the article from bloggers, tweeters and
readers who subsequently comment across many social media platforms.
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But what many amateurs in the online
space do not realise, is that they have deliberately been tricked into rage. The
whole exercise may have been calculated to create a spike in online newspaper
readership figures, to lift the number of page-views, organically boost the
paper’s SEO and online influence figures. So the respondents involved will have
played right into the hands of the newspapers for marketing purposes.</div>
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By publicising the story and spreading
the word in social media, the bloggers and tweeters have unconsciously created
sufficient free PR to yield above average traffic to the newspaper. The
resulting online figures now look great to advertisers contemplating whether to
pay for ad space in their publication, iPhone app or online edition. </div>
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Some might consider this calculated
emotional abuse. For the paper it’s an easy win, requiring no financial investment,
and with their readership looking reinvigorated, they can potentially rake in
hundreds of thousands of dollars from brand media buyers. Thanks to bloggers,
the sales and marketing team will likely have hit their projected targets.</div>
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These stories are known as <a href="http://www.problogger.net/archives/2006/09/21/20-linkbaiting-techniqes/">link
bait</a>. It’s a controversial marketing ploy and is not the only time that
Aussie food bloggers fall for commercial tricks.</div>
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This works through psychological
manipulation. The technique in this case is known as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘shaming’</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘vilifying’</i>.
Think of it as the overbearing parent who tells their children that their
grades aren’t good enough. It’s bound to get a reaction from most on the
receiving end of the criticism. And yet the same result can come slyly packaged
as flattery, for the same purposes.</div>
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<b>Modern
Marketing Ninjas</b> </div>
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As long time readers of this blog will know I have spent a
quarter century in the business of advertising and marketing. My profession has
been to make all manner of things desirable to the general public via a mixture
of manipulative psychology, beautiful imagery and by generating hype. My technique
uses a combination of strategy based on psychographic manipulation and lateral
thinking combined with creative input. </div>
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Today anyone marketing a product, service, venue etc, faces tough
times. The general public are now more sceptical of marketing imagery on TV and
in print than they ever have been. They can filter their entertainment to avoid
most advertising that they find intrusive or annoying. Some products have even been
banned from traditional advertising media. So with marketers facing increasing
sales targets from their employers, the search has been on to find a way to
advertise surreptitiously. </div>
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And what exactly is this hidden advertising or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guerrilla_marketing">guerrilla marketing</a>?
The most common <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninja">ninja</a> deployed
is product placement. Take Australian Masterchef for example. The products you
see being used have been provided by the brand advertiser in exchange for six
figure sums to the TV production company. </div>
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This may be reinforced by advertising around the show, costing
millions, paid to the TV network - whether aired on TV or their magazine’s ads
or even on the Masterchef website and recipe fact sheets. The aim is that the
general public will subconsciously identify branded products as being desirable
or necessary next time they stock their pantry. The wealthiest brands also use
product placement in Hollywood movies and popular drama or comedy TV series,
reaching significantly larger audiences.</div>
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But shows like Masterchef are not on TV all year, so food brands
in particular - and especially those with smaller budgets - are forced to be
more creative in finding their target market. </div>
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The trending buzzword for advertisers is ‘Word of Mouth Marketing’.
The power of recommendation by a friend or trusted source is now recognised as
the ultimate way to convey a marketing message that will generate sales.</div>
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Magazine or newspaper Advertorials are a word of mouth option. It
looks to all intents like a magazine story, it has been composed by a
journalist and the staff photographer, but it’s actually a sponsored piece, a
revenue stream for publications. It costs the advertiser in design, photography
and media placement fees.</div>
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Advertorials are designed to trick you into thinking the
‘discerning Magazine Editor’ prefers that product/brand. Advertorials state
‘advertising feature’ or ‘promotion’ at the top of the page revealing its true
nature. But even this is wearing thin with the public. So where else can
advertisers create hidden influence?</div>
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There is a marketing term, “Hitting all the consumer touch
points” and that now also includes product placement and advertorials or infomercials
on blogs. So bloggers who have appeared in mainstream media stories, who have
released details of high page view numbers, or high Twitter follower counts and
a track record of influence, are the new target for marketing. </div>
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They are known generically as ‘online influencers’ and are now
subject to heavy lobbying by PR companies and advertising agencies. Many of us
in food blogging know it as the dreaded PR spam in marketing circles it is
known as Blogger Outreach Programs and Blogger Bribes.</div>
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The attraction lies in the notion that an advertiser can covertly
target the exact demographic required through a food blog. Just as they can in
the food press, but with possibly an even narrower skew – such as Baker blogs
having a high readership of those who also love to bake, or venue review blogs
that back-link to Urbanspoon and attract people who regularly go to
restaurants. Plus bloggers are more adept at using multiple social platforms
including Twitter, Digg, Stumbleupon and Facebook in their broadcast mix than
traditional food media, which equates to even more publicity hitting the
target.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Your new BFF</b> </div>
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So, in Advertising strategy, bloggers are now seen as cheap and
easy puppets for marketing messages as compared to traditional forms of
advertising. By example, many food bloggers have already shown a predilection
for going to events and receiving freebies in exchange for a blog post on their
attendance or promotional item, so why not cosy up to them? Brands now aim to
be your BFF.</div>
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After all, most who write
blog review posts, will happily spend their own money trying venues and
unsuspectingly giving free PR to the venue, so in advertising terms, why not
extend that to products, loyalty clubs and services too? The potential is there
for a brand’s new online ‘friends’ to generate free blog advertorials and
extended social media broadcast too.</div>
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For brands, blogger outreach is significantly cheaper than paying
publications for the same. Plus the blogger does all the design work, copywriting
and photography for free - services that cost tens of thousands of dollars to
commission professionally. Giving away samples, organising an event or junket
to bloggers can be much cheaper by comparison.</div>
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It’s also a way for PR agencies and Blog Harvesters such as
Nuffnang, Technorati and Foodbuzz to farm bloggers in order to make money on
the back of this free resource. Typically it works by charging brands for
harvested email databases or for permissions received from the bloggers. Some harvesters
will potentially pay bloggers a small fee lower than market value for
commercial digital insertions in return. </div>
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Others companies to farm bloggers are market research companies and
new hybrid harvesters who charge bloggers to be part of a directory that will
build page rank and SEO plus marry your blog with advertisers and PR agencies.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Trust issues</b> </div>
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It is a given that journalists’ salaries are derived from
publications’ advertising revenue, and hence edited opinions can be biased. So blog
readers typically cite their interest is due to content being unrestrained by
editors, advertisers or a commercial publication’s particular values or
politics. Marketers are aware that many of the public have eschewed papers and
magazine for blogs, in search of the truth. </div>
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So blogs appear to have integrity. It is generally supposed by
the public that they are not affected the way that news has been tainted. They
represent Jo Average’s opinion. So when a blog broadcasts about brands, the
reader assumes it is a personal and unbiased opinion and recommendation that
has not been initiated by an advertiser or fuelled by supplied content. </div>
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But this is increasingly not true. A blog post can be a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stealth_marketing">‘Stealth Marketing’</a>
brand ninja, especially where many amateur food bloggers have not publicly
declared their shift to becoming professional salesmen, or pro-bloggers in
exchange for gifts or money.</div>
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This is compounded by the fact that bloggers seem to be unaware of
the <a href="http://www.accc.gov.au/content/index.phtml/itemId/303213">ACCC
Advertising and Selling</a> standards stating advertisers should “ensure that
consumers are aware of the fact that a commercial message is being presented”. </div>
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Bloggers are required to clearly mark that the post is a sponsored
piece, as per an advertorial or infomercial is transparent about its bias. It’s
possible that many PR agencies and marketers seem not to know this either or
perhaps are happy to parlay the deception and <a href="http://www.accc.gov.au/content/index.phtml/itemId/815335">puffery</a>?</div>
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Since some food blogs have already fallen under the spell of the
PR machine, the term Flogger-Blogger has emerged. By this I mean when a blog
that feels to all intents as though most posts are actually subliminal ads,
designed to have your friends share the good word and generate publicity for a
brand by spreading the post across the internet, conversations and by email. Ultimately
this is the goal of marketing through amateur bloggers.</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">The
Seduction of Eve</b> </div>
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I think that most Australian food
bloggers have innocently entered the media as a place to air their thoughts,
but appear vulnerable to the potential traps of that space. The traps I refer
to are those of potential loss of integrity and falling victim to commercial
manipulation. And I sense that some Food Bloggers are falling victim to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fox_and_the_Crow_%28Aesop%29">Fox and Crow</a> syndrome.</div>
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So what are the tricks to look out for?
Behind most modern marketing tricks is psychology - the study of human
behaviour - and how to take advantage of these insights to assist selling
things. </div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">"</span>According to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._George_K._Simon">George K. Simon</a><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 150%;">, </span>successful psychological manipulation primarily involves concealing aggressive intentions and behaviours. Also, knowing the psychological vulnerabilities of the victim to determine what tactics are likely to be the most effective."</div>
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The most fundamental aspect that is
taken advantage of by marketing and advertising is the human desire to feel
good. It is thought that we tend to see our life as judged against other people
and that our happiness is relative to this.</div>
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We compare our lot against others.
Richer people do get happier when they compare themselves against poorer
people, but poorer people are less happy if they compare up. That is why Marketers
target our self esteem when aiming to seduce us for their purposes</div>
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nathaniel_Branden" title="Nathaniel Branden">Nathaniel
Branden</a> in 1969 defined self-esteem as "...the experience of being
competent to cope with the basic challenges of life and being worthy of happiness".
According to Branden, self-esteem is the sum of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-confidence" title="Self-confidence">self-confidence</a>
(a feeling of personal capacity) and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self-respect" title="Self-respect">self-respect</a>
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He also claimed that any positive
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So when a PR company, brand or Marketer
approaches a blogger to promote their cause, they will – like Eve’s serpent –
cajole and flatter us, tell us that we are deserving of special treatment and
offer a sense of personal exclusivity that will make us feel a step ahead of
others. They will talk it up with honeyed terms such as “You have been
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Society has been warned against this
behaviour for all of time. Religion and the arts play it out as an enduring
theme, cautioning against allowing our shallow desires to trip us up. Yet it
proves constantly irresistible to this day, the tactic of ‘positive
reinforcement’ is one of the most powerful to encourage Bloggers to generate
income for others with no significant remuneration in return for their
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I like to think of the next trick as
summed up by the adage <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘Beware Greeks
bearing gifts’</i> the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_Horse">‘Trojan
Horse’</a> analogy. While we may warn children not to go with strangers offering
gifts, bloggers seemingly also neglect to take that advice. Instead, they are
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A blogger’s vulnerability in this case
is typically coined in psychology as using <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">‘reciprocity’</i>.
The trick is, when given something for free we feel obliged to return the favour.
So in our circles when offered a free meal, product, event, book etc, we feel
indebted to write a blog post about that gift, often without criticism or
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Like a dutiful child, we write a public
thank you note on social media platforms, which form free publicity for the
marketer, brand, service or venue. We take photos, design and cultivate a post –
often giving away our intellectual property rights in the bargain – and with theoretically
even better results for the brand than ads, because blogs communicate to
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So the marketing goal is achieved. For
virtually a fraction of the cost spent on advertising or loyalty marketing, the
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In return, the blogger likely receives
a regular deluge of press releases with the expectation of future publication
each time, with little or no further reward or remuneration for giving away
many thousands of dollars of free PR. In
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Meanwhile the PR agency that approached
the blogger in the first instance will be receiving a monthly retainer for
their services and possibly project fees – but who really is doing all the work
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In some other blogging circles –
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The adage ‘Sex Sells’ referring to
scantily clad women in advertising is an old cliché. But sexy is not always so
literal. The psychological equation for using sexy persuasion on a blogger for
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The technical psych theory is sexual attraction arises when the person is stimulated through the vanity mode of narcissism. It engenders admiration for compatible personality characteristics. Excitement arises when the person is stimulated through the self-pity mode of jealousy, engendering physical intimacy and passion, which theoretically will result in eager and enthusiastic broadcast. </div>
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Relative to bloggers, for the social type person, power is channelled through jealousy. For example subconsciously: “This blogger junket will make me feel good and my friends, colleagues etc, envious – they’ll likely find me even more fascinating”, hence the blogger may unconsciously feel sexier for there is social approval and admiration from others.<br />
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For the self focused person, power is channelled through narcissism, eg. “They’ve spotted how good I am, so they’ve given me a ‘money can’t buy’ experience, I’m getting something huge for nothing”. The subconscious perception of social reinforcement makes the blogger feel powerful and that in itself is sexy to many.<br />
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The overall picture is most people, unless aware of the tactics, can be manipulated. In Blogger Outreach programs the brand they will promote is getting the blogger’s services and time for a fraction of the usual marketing budget, by making the blogger feel a bit sexier, giving them a sense of power and all by appealing to their vanity in order to make them brag. In return the blogger gets a temporary hedonistic head rush and feels an obligation to the brand when they come down off the back of their experience. <br />
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So how do else do marketers appeal to a blogger’s deep human impulses for commercial manipulation? They use<span style="font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif";"> </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spin_%28public_relations%29">‘Spin’.</a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spin_%28public_relations%29"></a> <br />
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Spin is “Making a silk purse from a sow’s ear” or “Spinning gold from straw”. It is a form of deception to make something more enticing than it may appear in the cold light of day. It takes the consumer’s aspirations and projects them on a product, venue or person. <br />
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Often putting spin on an item avoids facts and focuses on implied benefits. And when applied to politics, is termed propaganda. Using psychology to understand what pulls at the heart strings of the target market, an advertiser will know exactly how to project something to make it seem enticing and highly desirable to consumers. <br />
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Spin Doctors are primarily the creators of consumer zeitgeist, ‘future cool’, Cool Hunters and the initiators of global trends. They read public sentiment, understanding how economic movements affect public values and shape cultures. Now when something is suddenly ‘hot’ often it is because key community influencers, like bloggers, were persuaded by the hype, publicity and promotion generated by Spin. <br />
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As an example, consider the current Australian fascination for macarons. It started buzzing amongst sweet and bakery enthusiasts and was identified by Spin Doctors as a possible emerging trend within the culinary fashion for small indulgences, such as dim sum, mezze and tapas. <br />
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From here it began reaching into online food communities – sometimes via <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astroturfing">astroturfing</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sockpuppet_%28Internet%29">sock puppetry</a> and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Link_bait">link baiting</a>. <br />
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Advertisers and journalists now typically eavesdrop on social media platforms, so once they picked up on the emerging vogue, the macaron buzz then made its way into commercial marketing and food media. And the coup de grace was an appearance on Australian Masterchef, which in turn exploded its popularity into popular mainstream appeal. <br />
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The concept has rippled back from the mainstream into blogging communities beyond food and across Twitter, Facebook and other popular communities. There have been a flurry of macaron shops, books, recipes and classes by those jumping on the bandwagon and finally, it has resulted in a demand for $400 macaron towers. That’s a purchase that three years ago would have sounded totally absurd and not at all enticing to the general public. And it was all in the Spin. <br />
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<b style="color: #0b5394;">Nailing your colours</b><br />
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In my last post I stated that I feel it is time for food bloggers to <a href="http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/253600.html">nail their colours to the mast</a>. I have witnessed the original integrity of blogging as being diluted by advertorials and product placement. <br />
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While I have my doubts about the value and quality of Blogger Outreach in Australia, it is not something that is going away. My stance with clients is that online influence and viral marketing reach in Australia comes voluntarily from bloggers perceived as having high integrity, not just whoever responds to a PR call. <br />
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Those who write commercially sponsored posts, have a duty to inform readers or subscribers that a post is an advertorial, which will allow them to determine bias. <br />
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Unless presented with a contract or express a commitment to do a piece, a blogger is not obliged to write about a Blogger Bribe they have received. And should a blogger consider publishing a sponsored post based on a product, event or reader giveaway, I feel that they ought to be entitled to ask for payment ahead of posting it. It is to all intents an advertisement for which the blogger provides the media and the content. <br />
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If you have no desire to engage with brands and no wish for your blog to be a vehicle for their sales pitch, you may already be annoyed by spam press release emails. <br />
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Because there are some grey areas regarding permissions, the ACMA recommends those who do not wish to receive commercial offers, put a non-solicitation disclaimer on your blog. Just as I have in my sidebar, under the subhead ‘email’. I placed it there because typically email is the key word a commercial email harvester is looking for. <br />
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When I receive PR spam in spite of this, typically I respond by drawing attention to the statement. In Australia, by law there should also be an unsubscribe link on the email, which I will use if I trust that it is a verified Australian PR agency. And if the spam persists, I am not above <a href="http://www.acma.gov.au/WEB/STANDARD/pc=PC_310300">reporting the email</a> as contravening the <a href="http://www.acma.gov.au/WEB/STANDARD..PC/pc=PC_310294">Spam Act 2003</a>. <br />
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In deciding whether to participate in promoting commercial messages on your blog, consider the theory of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedonic_treadmill">Hedonic Treadmill</a>. “According to this theory, as a person makes more money, their expectations and desires rise in tandem, which results in no permanent gain in happiness”. <br />
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After years of working with brands, I find I don’t need much in the way of consumer durables and hedonistic activities to be happy. Close ties to friends and family, plus good health are the things that count most to me.<br />
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I don't merit grinding away on the treadmill to generate money for brands without being paid for it. When I come across something I like, I will tell you about it and you can trust that it was not skewed or initiated by a third party.<br />
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Most crucially, I’ve learnt that keeping things simple ultimately makes you happier and better respected. With this integrity your opinion is trusted and well regarded. And unlike free gifts it brings lasting happiness. <br />
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<br />stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-86142211018995915502011-08-16T20:26:00.009+10:002013-01-03T14:37:50.571+11:00Food Bloggers as Marketing Puppets | Part 1. Evolution<div style="text-align: left;">
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<i style="color: #38761d;"><span class="given-name">This is a food blog that encourages readers to not only think but to ruminate.</span></i><i style="color: #38761d;"><span class="given-name"> </span></i><i style="color: #38761d;"><span class="given-name">This will not be a short post. </span></i><i style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="given-name"><br style="color: #38761d;" /><span style="color: #38761d;">There will be two additional posts on similar subjects.</span> <br />
If you want pretty food pictures t</span></i><i style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="given-name">his isn't your kind of blog.</span></i><i style="color: #0b5394;"><span class="given-name"> Go directly to <a href="http://stickifingers.tumblr.com/">Stickifingers</a> instead.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">When I started the Deep Dish Dreams food blog in 2007, the number of food bloggers in Melbourne was sparse. After a meet up at VegOut Community garden - where we shared a meal cooked together in the garden’s wood oven - a core group of us grew into a tight knit community, that when Twitter began to grow tentacles was transferred into ‘The Melbourne Food Mafia’ or ‘Food Twitterati’.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">I really enjoyed the interaction of this emerging community because our hearts were in it merely for pleasure. For the most part our blogs were read by friends and each other. There were no financial motivations involved, nor popularity contests, just a genuine sharing of the common interest in topics related to food. I was buoyed that I had found some kindred spirits beyond my family and professional networks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">At that time we bloggers were low on the local media radar. While in the USA, known bloggers were beginning to be refused entry into venues by chefs who felt aggrieved by them and threats of lawsuits were emerging. Back here, we were quietly minding our own business and enjoying each other’s food, company, blog comments and repartee. Just as in a sports or social club, blogging was our mutual hobby. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">After a while, some of the group stopped blogging but still remained in touch. There were some debates between the ‘What I ate or cooked last night’ Bloggers and the amateur ‘Restaurant Review’ bloggers. The Mummy cooks graduated over to new parenting blogger communities and a bunch of the Generation X bloggers bonded over ethical food philosophies, preferring more academic or opinion driven posts. My own blogging style evolved into storytelling and I went on to create other niche blogs too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Since then, the rising popularity of smart phones and Twitter in Australia has significantly changed the food-blogging landscape.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">I have read speculation that there are now over eight hundred food blogs in Australia. I see that many of those initially connected to each other using Twitter. It certainly broadened the Melbourne Food Blogging scene, sparking a growth in semi-professional niche review blogs that felt more like magazines in their focus.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Now a number of the blogs also now have associated Facebook pages and some of the Melbourne Food Bloggers have joined a discussion group on Facebook. Food bloggers have increasingly become savvy at driving viewership by using multiple social media platforms, organising events and by appearing in traditional press articles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">For me that’s no surprise. It is a natural evolution. The internet is now rich with resources on how to capitalise on RSS and viral sharing tools, which blogging platforms to use, plug-ins, link sharing and how to choose a hosting platform, domain name, hook into smart phone apps etc. There are webcasts and local social media events detailing how bloggers can monetise their hobby, draw readers and get freebies.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">In the space of four years, the culture of food blogging in Australia has shifted significantly. I’ve noticed that the content of the newer blogs has a different format. For my part I find the posts of many reflect the global trend to diminished substance, lack of concepts and a starvation of rich language. I recognise that the popularity of this style has resulted from an overall lower attention span by readers in the first world. Some would argue that this is because we are suffering from information overload and media saturation.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">In professional writing, this current trend in blogging could be considered an offshoot of the dumbing-down of traditional media – ie. blogging as parallel to tabloid forms of news entertainment. Many newer blogs are flush with more pretty photos than actual opinion or insight, and it is now not unusual to witness people pointing <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_single-lens_reflex_camera" rel="wikipedia" title="Digital single-lens reflex camera">DSLR</a> cameras at their food when dining out to fuel vapid but pretty posts created as soon as they return to their computer. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">For the most part, these blogs are dining diaries and cooking journals, online brag pages if you will. Some merely repost imagery from other blogs; vicarious blogging - a style that has developed in a world where intellectual property rights are increasingly blurred by link sharing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">In recent years, Food blogging has borne witness to sychophantic behaviour towards chefs. This mirrors the global trend toward entrepreneurial chef as rock-stars and product endorsers. It’s a wave of mass media that now also has an outlet in food blogging. While I feel personally disquieted by this, I do acknowledge that these blogs have their place in society as the generators of hype and publicity for venues. Essentially, they have become puppets in the food marketing machine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Marketing has also given rise to the food blogs for which most posts are paid for promotions. These blogs also use link farming - online blogger contribution events - as a way of building viewership statistics. This is vital if you want to attract paid promotions, as brands want to monitor the blogger’s reach, influence and effectiveness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Sadly, on these food blogs, back to back posts seem to be a roll call of sponsored items: from pushing a food product given to the blogger, some cookware or an appliance; a sponsored cookbook review; a PR event; a soft opening, discounted or free meal; sponsored travel; an advertiser created competition, meet the chef, etc. For some this has crept up softly so the question of manipulation by promoters is only just now arising.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">To me, these sorts of food blogs lack interest or entertainment. They’re rather like watching hours of poorly written advertisements – no one likes that. I wouldn’t read a food magazine if it were composed solely of ads, so why make a blog like this? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">With this comes harsh criticism of bloggers from the traditional media for making a poor show at mimicking journalists and for eating into the press junket scene. Admittedly I have become weary of the injured refute from bloggers. Because to some degree, I think that we food bloggers may have left ourselves open to being niggled by jibes, by not clearly staking our ground. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">What do we actually stand for now? For many it is no longer a mere hobby. And for the food bloggers who wish to be considered professional, isn’t it time they behaved as a business and defined their brand values? </span></div>
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</span></span></div><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I was trembling with excitement.</span> The hard earned moment had arrived. A moment that I had dared not dream of had arrived. A moment that I considered had come about from sheer hard work and an ounce of luck.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
<span lang="EN-US">The hard work had brought me the money to afford this experience and the luck was having actually managed to get my bum on this seat. In fact I was awed that we had managed, among 30,000 other hopefuls a day, to have actually got through to make a reservation at <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heston_Blumenthal" rel="wikipedia" title="Heston Blumenthal">Heston Blumenthal</a>’s <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.fatduck.co.uk/" rel="homepage" title="The Fat Duck">The Fat Duck</a> in <a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=51.507,-0.7&spn=0.1,0.1&q=51.507,-0.7%20%28Bray%2C%20Berkshire%29&t=h" rel="geolocation" title="Bray, Berkshire">Bray, Berkshire</a>, UK.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So where do you go from here? I thought.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Is this where food pretentiousness begins? Will I now be presumed to belong to the particular clique of Foodies that has always annoyed me? The clutch that have always struck me as sycophantic, where famous Chef’s names are dropped with such regularity as if to claim the superiority of the individual over other diners? The one where the list of meals recounted begin to sound like scalps taken in battle? I surely hoped not.</span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">This philosophical thought </span>kicked in around course number eleven at the celebrated restaurant. At the time of dining, The Fat Duck was placed at number one in Britain and number three in the San Pellegrino 50 World’s best restaurants, behind Noma of Denmark and El Bulli in Spain. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It was also number two on Mr Sticki’s list of places to mark his personal half century on the planet. El Bulli was his first choice, but we were unable to secure a seat in the annual email ballot, where you - and a million others - plead in Spanish to reserve a seat at some point during El Bulli’s six month open season.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">By comparison it seemed a much more democratic system to secure a table at The Fat Duck. Exactly two months to the day that you hope to attend, you battle with thousands of others for a place among the 40 seats, by phoning the restaurant’s call centre from 10:00am London time. There is a clock on The Fat Duck website that counts down the minutes until lines open. After that you are in the hands of the Telecommunications Gods.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">We had planned to be in London</span> for five days. One of those was a Monday when The Fat Duck is closed - leaving us only four chances to make a reservation. After multiple redials over three days, engaged signals and attempts that reached the answering service only to be rejected, we were prepared to face defeat. In fact, had I not prompted the call on the final day Mr Sticki might not have bothered at all.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">So, on the final possible day to reserve a seat, Mr Sticki got through 20 seconds before 10:00am - that’s 7pm in Melbourne - and was yet again rejected. He continued to redial and incredibly at eight minutes past the hour he got through, securing a booking for our final day in London. Hanging up the phone we jumped for joy around our little home, like a couple of old punks pogo-ing at a Hüska Dü gig.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hestonregentspark.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br />
<span lang="EN-US">I think Mr Sticki’s interest in premier league dining possibly stems from certain TV shows and <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferran_Adri%C3%A0" rel="wikipedia" title="Ferran Adrià">Ferran Adria</a>’s Ell Bulli documentary that we saw at the la Mirada Latin Film Festival. Without exposure to Chefs Ferran Adria (El Bulli) and Heston Blumenthal (The Fat Duck) via film media, I doubt that the suggestion would have been made for either restaurant. And it puts an interesting spin on what you come to expect from the dining experience. It can make for disappointment for some, but I can honestly say that in my case the experience was all that I imagined it would be.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">As a chef he is self taught. As a food scientist he is self taught. A natural lateral thinker, his approach to food is not dissimilar to the thought processes I learnt to become a creative type in the advertising industry. The creative process follows this path: you start with a single unique proposition. Standing back you look at it objectively, break outside the box of traditional perception and you bend that proposition in every direction until a certain clarity is achieved, resulting in either a ground breaking new concept or inspired re-invention.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">One of his waiters mentioned</span> that there were 51 staff involved back of house at The Fat Duck. I expect this also extends to Heston’s other projects - including The Lab and his pub, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1971992586">The Hinds</a></span><a href="http://www.hindsheadbray.com/index.htm#welcome,introduction"> Head</a>, just metres from the restaurant - not just the restaurant’s prep kitchen and service. Those numbers have probably swelled since opening his latest venue in London.<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">As well as the restaurant,</span> he has been involved in creating menus and dishes for a British hospital. He recently opened a more casually oriented restaurant<a href="http://www.dinnerbyheston.com/"> ‘Dinner by Heston Blumenthal’</a> in a London Hotel, and has a range of packaged food distributed through Waitrose supermarkets. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Watching the TV show Heston’s Feasts<b>,</b></span> I imagined that each of Heston’s dishes at The Fat Duck would be playful, conceptual and delicious. Thankfully there was no anticlimax. My assumption was correct. Heston’s ‘thinking outside of the box’ to titillate and stimulate was clearly on show in the line-up of courses that make up his Tasting Menu. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I have often asked myself ‘What is the point of molecular gastronomy in most restaurants?’ At The Fat Duck it is brought into sharp relief as a means to an ends in manifesting a concept. Unlike those chefs that miss the point - by casting with abandon, foams that resemble sputum and pearls that do little to enhance a dish - at The Fat Duck, molecular techniques are neither used faddishly nor fashionably. It’s a tool used to recreate Heston’s imagination of an event. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">And the venue itself offers no distraction from the food. The small dining room has no outlook onto the picturesque olde worlde village surrounds, yet despite being low ceilinged it is bright, white and convivial. Exposed traditional oak beams frame the space and an incongruous modern sculptural glass room divider serves to shelter diners from gusty blasts that may emanate from the door opening onto the street. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Starched linen and simple table décor meant that the diner’s focus was expressly on the food. In fact all there was to distract us was the view of other diners - giving one a preview of the dishes to come. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Five hours after the commencement of our meal, on our way back to Maidenhead train station, our cab driver told us that recently, some of his passengers came away disappointed that some of the most famous dishes were no longer on the menu. For example, the famed egg and bacon ice cream is no longer there – the dish of liquid nitrogen frozen scrambled eggs. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Famous dishes not-withstanding, the hallmark techniques sighted in Heston’s TV shows are there. Between the layers of textures, flavours and ingredients are influences that have come from the best of many cultures. Being half Asian I was reminded of many concepts I grew up with, fused with those of other cultures. That the ingredients are superior however is to be taken for granted, with the exception of unpasteurised butter there was no mention of the source of the ingredients. Provenance is not the selling point here, ideas are.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">While it involved food and I felt full upon eating it, I shall not remember it as a meal. For me, it was something akin to the concept of the film ‘Being John Malkovich’ where climbing into a cavity in a space between the floors of a building, you enter John Malkovich’s mind. You see the world through his eyes. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Through Heston’s eyes you visit moments in his memory, transmitted into your mind through edible art. Sometimes you may even add your own recollections to the memory and find yourself transported to a further level. The foie gras course took me back to my own particular childhood woodlands memory, the beach course stirred unique memories in both Mr and I, and all the while we were being toyed with in a delightful way.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I felt privileged to have had the opportunity to take in this adventure. It may be the first and last time I dine at such a prestigious establishment. But the realization that I truly have a fortunate life is not taken lightly, and my time at The Fat Duck will not easily be forgotten. <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I had considered a second blog post that discussed the content of the meal blow by blow. But if you thought this post was long, that would have been ten times longer. So I will upload images of each course to my Tumblr gastroporn site, <a href="http://stickifingers.tumblr.com/">Stickifingers</a> instead. I will tag them <a href="http://stickifingers.tumblr.com/tagged/fatduck50">fatduck50</a>. Each image will include a description and my thoughts. It will be far more digestible as bite sized degustation portions.</span><br />
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<blockquote><b style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Ollie:</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"> "Every cloud has a silver lining."</span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Stan:</span></b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">"That's right. Any bird can build a nest but it isn't everyone that can lay an egg." </span></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurel_and_Hardy">Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy</a> console a devious Lola.</span></i></span></blockquote><span xmlns=""><br />
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<span xmlns=""><b style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">I love a road trip</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">.</span> </b>They usually turn up something random or a spontaneous revelation. And then there are the locals who eye you with suspicion as they park a heaving plate of God-knows-what in front of you. Love it.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Some years ago I found that Mr Sticki's country raised nephews grew up refusing to eat vegetables. I was shocked. They grew up in a part of country Victoria known for fruit and vegetable production, so there were plenty of opportunities to get into good food.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Then, in their teens, they were employed by the local supermarket. In order to work on the coveted check outs they found themselves in need of being able to identify all manner of vegetables. But they were bereft of such knowledge.<br />
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<span xmlns="">And the reality is that this is not uncommon in Australian regional towns today. In our most bucolic settings, most kids are not rosy cheeked from the benefits of magnificent fresh local produce. They prefer the tinned, commercially packaged nastiness that appears in many regional pub bistros.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">There's a pervading attitude</span> in the country that any packaged or convenience food offering from the city is preferential to rural produce. And yet when we city folk spend a few hours in the car destined for a holiday or day trip, we conversely expect to be rolling in luscious local food wonders, fresh from the producers.<br />
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<span xmlns="">So when I think of casual eating in the countryside, I hope for local regional produce, artisan goods, friendly service and simple convivial surrounds.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">We found it exists in France</span>, but rarely does a regional Australian venue deliver such things. I'm not talking about über fine dining and experimental dishes that borrow from molecular cuisine. I know those experiences exist at the far end of a four hour drive.<br />
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<span xmlns="">What I hope for seems to crop up more often in the city. In places like South Melbourne's <a href="http://www.risingsunhotel.net.au/">The Rising Sun Hotel</a> where <a href="http://insidecuisine.com/2011/03/21/ron-obryan-the-rising-sun-hotel-south-melbourne/">Ron O'Bryan</a> is working his magic with farmer direct produce. There are country exceptions of course. <a href="http://www.thestanley.com.au/Stanley_Pub/The_Stanley.html">The Stanley Pub</a>, just outside <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/australia/victoria/beechworth" rel="lonelyplanet" title="Beechworth">Beechworth</a>, is one of them.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">My interest in this little pub</span> was piqued by <a href="http://brewerswife.wordpress.com/">Brewer's Wife's</a> post on her dining experience there. She mentioned lunch at The Stanley Pub showing an image of a pie on a fashionably long plate alongside a stretched limousine smear of mashed potato. The pie humorously appeared to have pretentions to fine dining. But rather than laugh, her verdict was that it was delicious and the venue pleasing.<br />
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<span xmlns="">So on a visit to Beechworth we made a detour to the tiny, historic hotel and found it to be cutely crouching under pretty wisteria vines beside a generous beer garden, function space and accommodation. As we pulled up, two scruffy middle aged men were muttering darkly, smoking cigarettes on the doorstep. Not knowing what to make of that, I hoped for the best.<br />
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<span xmlns="">We entered a brightly lit front bar featuring some wonderful artisan joinery and a well used dart board. To the right, the softly lit bistro emerged as a converted outdoor space, equipped with a JetMaster fireplace and in one corner, a wood fired oven. <br />
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<span xmlns="">Traditional French bistro style bare tables and starched linen napkins were set for about thirty seats. We were the last to arrive of eleven diners there that night. Service was smoothly taken care of by the owner and pedigreed Sommelier, Shane Harris.<br />
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<span xmlns="">It later emerged that Shane, his wife Annemarie and chef Shauna Stockwell were veterans of Sydney high-end dining venues, with notches in their various hospitable belts that include Testsuya's, MG Garage and Pier, then later in this region north east Victorian area with <a href="http://insidecuisine.com/2011/03/13/provenance-beechworth-chef-michael-ryan/">Michael Ryan</a>, pre <a href="http://www.theprovenance.com.au/">Provenance</a>, at Range.<br />
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<span xmlns="">As we settled in I breathed a deep sigh of relief. The menu selection was admirably small, concise and dotted with local produce; likewise, the wine list. Respect.<br />
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<span xmlns="">The dishes had classical leanings. I found it tough to make a decision on which to choose. An entree of rabbit and duck rillettes with peach chutney, beckoned. Oysters shucked to order with a Japanese dressing or zucchini flowers wistfully called to me.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Main courses featured the safe option of steak frites, but also skate, gnocchi and poussin. A side salad of figs, rocket, local walnuts and blue cheese sounded like an ideal lunch dish, the potatoes sounded heavenly too, but we chose the comforting seasonal vegetable dish of wilted spinach with kaiserfleisch.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Four mains arrived at the table beside us</span>. Two languished unattended, a large portion of poussin and the steak - two pieces topped with butter and a mound of green beans - classically served with obvious care. <br />
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<span xmlns="">A diner scuttled to the public bar beckoning to the two men who had been standing on the doorstep when we arrived. "You know your meals are here?" She said. Affirmative was the dismissive response. She returned to their table to eat.<br />
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<span xmlns="">After a time the men ambled into the bistro carrying the bowl of nuts they had been eating at the bar. "That looks a bit fancy", said one of the men with a heavy European accent.<br />
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<span xmlns="">"What gives?" Said Mr Sticki with a bemused smirk, "Looks as though those men have been dragged here against their will." They did indeed. And as soon as the mains were consumed, they returned to the bar with their bowl of nuts and fresh beers. The women continued on, shared a dessert and left without the men.<br />
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<span xmlns="">It was the sight of those main courses that made me realize three courses would be impossible for me to ingest. And I wanted the Tarte Tatin for dessert. So taking a mouthful of the delicious local Beechworth cider, I resolved to have two entrees and a glass of local Sangiovese</span><br />
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<span xmlns="">On the oval plate dotted with saucy whorls sat a snowy bavarois of local chevre that was earthy in flavour and silky in the mouth. The small mound of citrus and baby beets sat atop a disc of red jelly. The piquancy of that mound challenged the goaty creaminess and at times rendered it into a sheepish complement.</span><br />
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<span xmlns="">Mr Sticki's choice was a special of seared scallops. Cooked as they should be, still slightly translucent inside, four discs of roe-less scallop dressed in micro-herbs, squatted atop a bed of hoummus like four pretty girls on a picnic rug. A mirepoix of tomato with vaguely Middle Eastern flavours transformed the clean, sweetness of the scallops and rug of hummous into a flying carpet ride to another part of the world.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Next, my carpaccio of peppered venison was a floral textile. Like the circle skirt of a rockabilly sweetheart it was a sweep of burgundy checked with blue cheese cream and scattered with a web of petals. The skirt had a seared edge and a sticky mouth feel that launched a rich combination of tastes. Deeply satisfying and a good follow up to the bavarois the blue cheese brought an unexpectedly positive dimension to a flavor profile accented with sharp, hot pepper.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Three young women</span> - local friends of Tim Witherow the Sous Chef - were being gently and capably guided through dining and wine choices by Shane. A big night out for a birthday, choices were made with careful consideration that they were about to embark on something truly special. I felt inspired by their anticipation and enthusiasm. Not a scrap of pretension entered their dialogue, such refreshing behaviour in the face of their city counterparts.</span><br />
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<span xmlns="">I gazed across the table at my beloved. Delicately chewing bones, Mr Sticki contemplated his serve of poussin with intensity. He seemed carried away by the moment. Golden pieces of bird lolled in the shallows of a thickened, clear braising liquor. A flotsam of herbs drifted from the sauce to embrace baby leeks, potatoes and shallots. It all looked so simple, but once I tried some for myself I too was plunged headlong into a pool of richness. This was a dish that stroked your hair and tucked you into bed with its nurturing gentleness. <br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">After a rest, we moved on to dessert</span>. Shane introduced us to a taste of the wonderful local biodynamic Pennyweight Gold. A lush sticky fortified of<span style="color: black; font-size: 13pt;"> </span>ripe white grapes, fortified with brandy spirit, and aged for several years in old oak hogs head barrels. It was created by one of the famous Rutherglen Morris clan, who have been producing excellent fortified wines for 150 years. Stephen Morris started <a href="http://www.pennyweight.com.au/">Pennyweight Winery</a> in 1982, producing biodynamic, lower alcohol wines in Beechworth and we stopped by the cellar door the following day.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Shauna's tarte tatin was everything I had hoped for. Made with apples grown mere kilometers from the front door of the pub and plumbing the depth of buttery caramelisation I found it difficult to part with when the time came to swap with Mr Sticki. None the less, the pain perdu (French Toast) was also a marvel. Again featuring a local product – figs poached in muscat with fig ice cream.</span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">The night had me buzzing </span>with the excitement of finding a country venue that lived up to my dream. As we drove down the pitch dark road to our Beechworth accommodation, I was gushing with admiration. I'm all for tree-changers following their passion in a rural setting. And I always hope that their efforts might trickle into the mind-set of the locals and the education of the palates of future generations. Here's to more of that in the future and to less frozen chicken parmigianas shipped from factories in the city to country pubs.<br />
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It's been a while between posts. And that's because I now have a foot in <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_media" rel="wikipedia" title="Social media">Social Media</a> as a career which includes also writing blogs professionally. I'm very active with multiple accounts on Tumblr, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twitter" rel="wikipedia" title="Twitter">Twitter</a>, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://flickr.com/" rel="homepage" title="Flickr">Flickr</a>, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delicious_%28website%29" rel="wikipedia" title="Delicious (website)">Delicious</a>, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://digg.com/" rel="homepage" title="Digg">Digg,</a> <a class="zem_slink" href="http://wordpress.org/" rel="homepage" title="WordPress">Wordpress</a>, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facebook" rel="wikipedia" title="Facebook">Facebook</a>, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/YouTube" rel="wikipedia" title="YouTube">YouTube</a>, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.wikipedia.org/" rel="homepage" title="Wikipedia">Wikipedia,</a> and other social platforms. It's all in a day's work now.<br />
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Recently some of my online followers asked to see more of my food porn. So I've set up a Tumblr micro blog to facilitate this. You see, I take a lot of food photos. If you go out to eat with my family, increasingly everyone is taking snaps of the food. So it makes sense to share some of them. As this blog is a place where I think out loud, think of the <a href="http://www.stickifingers.tumblr.com/"><b>Stickifingers Tumblr</b></a> as seeing food through my eyes. And naturally<a href="http://twitter.com/stickifingers"> <b>my Stickifingers Twitter feed</b></a><b> </b>is all food banter.<br />
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The Tumblr posts also are posted through to Twitter so if you don't want to use <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RSS" rel="wikipedia" title="RSS">RSS</a> to keep track of new posts, they'll show up there too. And my personal friends get to see them through my private facebook account.<br />
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</tbody></table>The shots over at the <a href="http://stickifingers.tumblr.com/page/1"><b>Stickifingers Tumblr </b></a>are quite random. There are a mix of homecooked efforts and general food photos. One moment you'll be seeing what we ate for breakfast, then snaps taken on day two of the opening of St.Ali's Mo Pho, next there is the Food Bloggers dinner at <a href="http://www.steerbarandgrill.com.au/">Steer</a>, chicken rice in Singapore and there are also food photos taken in Brussels, Vietnam, London, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luang_Prabang" rel="wikipedia" title="Luang Prabang">Luang Prabang</a>, plus food photo's from <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.paris.fr/" rel="homepage" title="Paris">Paris'</a> Bastille outdoor market.<br />
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It's a visual diary. It's a place where you can see some of my sustainable food efforts, meals dining out and adventures in search of more food knowledge.<br />
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The layout is like a pinboard. Each post looks like a card and can be flipped over for more details by clicking on the information icons. You can also view them individually by clicking on the arrow button in the top right hand corner of each post, and from there share them or 'like' them. They can be viewed randomly, in sequential order or by their tags.<br />
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Anyway, if you pay me a visit there, I really hope you enjoy what you see. I think of it as revealing another layer of my food persona.<br />
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by enabling people in need to find pathways to a better life'</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.missionaustralia.com.au/" rel="homepage" title="Mission Australia">MISSION AUSTRALIA</a></span></span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>You squirm and say</b>,</span> 'It's the thought that counts' when confronted with an odd, unwanted present - don't you? Yes. It's the gracious retort.<br />
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The best way to avoid hearing that yourself is to give delicious homemade gifts. They never get that uncomfortable response. You see, while it is nice to make a gesture, I've seen that the thought is not in the giving, but in the thoughtful choice or in the preparation of the gift. A delectable present you've made yourself will usually be received with a "Oh yum! Thanks!"<br />
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So every year I cook and bake Christmas gifts. I do it because it comes from the heart. It's more personal, a piece of me going to those that I cherish. The gifts are unique a very special Christmas gift. Homemade gifts can also save money, so the difference of what I might save by not buying my gifts, goes to charity so that I share my good fortune beyond my loved ones.<br />
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This post coincides with my hope to raise awareness for <b><a href="http://www.missionaustralia.com.au/">Mission Australia</a></b>, a charity who is very <a href="http://www.missionaustralia.com.au/community-services">active in Australian communities</a>. They help disadvantaged families, grandparents who have primary care of their grandchildren, the homeless. They also do great work to assist young people to stay at school or deal with drug and alcohol dependency. Basically they give a caring hand and untiring support to those less fortunate than ourselves.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">I have written this post as</span> part of <a href="http://www.csrbakeadifference.com.au/">'Bake a Difference'</a> - a promotion sponsored by <a href="http://www.csrsugar.com.au/">CSR Sugar</a> to raise awareness for Mission Australia. It's their aim to encourage all of us to spare some money for the cause. In return for a donation to the Bake a Difference fundraiser, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">CSR will match our donations </span></b>doubling the money raised.<br />
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Bloggers can join in to raise awareness by posting a recipe and <a href="http://bakeadifference.eventbrite.com/">registering</a> via Penny's <a href="http://jeroxie.com/addiction/2010-please-help-bake-a-difference-this-christmas">Jeroxie blog</a>. CSR will send each participant who registers, a special thank you pack.<br />
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I strongly urge everyone to share their good fortune by<a href="http://www.bakeadifference.com.au/Donate.aspx"> pledging some money</a> to Bake a Difference. Even a small amount will make a difference to someone, especially as it will be doubled by CSR. While naturally I support their idea that we should give homemade gifts and save money in order to donate, you needn't bake. The important thing is to share the joy by donating. And CSR have popped <a href="http://www.csrbakeadifference.com.au/GiftTagGenerator.aspx">a gift tag generator</a> on their donation site, which could save you even more money this year, whilst letting others know that you are supporting Mission Australia.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">If you're looking for ideas,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> </span>some of the homemade gifts I have made in the past have included little jars of creamy free range egg mayonnaise, dijonnaise, vinaigrette, ginger and macadamia brownies, tomato relish, lemon oil, orange shortbread, window biscuit decorations, mini Christmas cakes, choc-nut clusters and mini buckets of mixed cookies. Just choose something that you can make in bulk that's simple to do. You'll find that there are a bunch of suggestions on the <a href="http://www.csrsugar.com.au/">CSR website</a> and <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/CSR-Sugar/114940481899218">Facebook page</a>.<br />
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When it's homemade, your gifts needn't be large and the packaging of it generally doesn't require much wrapping. I reuse old jars, pack sweet things in glasses bought at the $2 shop or find quirky containers - that I then wrap simply in plain cellophane.<br />
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I use baskets found in op shops or buy coloured paper takeaway containers at Spotlight. All they need is to be tied with a ribbon and a gift tag. They look cute and I love that by avoiding wrapping paper, I save a few trees in the process.<br />
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While homemade will save you money, it is also better for the planet. These days items that are handcrafted have become the new status symbols, as each piece is unique. My gifts are always enjoyed and usually gobbled down quickly. The one's I've to given colleagues have rarely made it home, as they are munched over the course of the working day.<br />
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So this year, instead of wearing yourself out, frustratingly shopping for gifts by traipsing around malls, spend half a day in the kitchen making something with love. Have a heart and spread the word about Mission Australia. Please spare them some money and treat your loved ones to a personally made gift.<br />
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Thank you and Merry Christmas.<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">This year's gift from me:</span></b><br />
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You'll need a 18x28 cm rigid sided Silicon baking tray or a traditional slab pan<br />
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100g dark chocolate couverture - I use Lindt, but regular cooking chocolate is fine<br />
100g unsalted butter brought to room temperature<br />
110g caster sugar - I used <a href="http://www.csrsugar.com.au/Baking/Raw-Caster-Sugar.aspx">CSR raw Caster sugar</a><br />
1 gently whisked free range egg<br />
225g plain flour<br />
30g cocoa or drinking chocolate<br />
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300g flaked almonds<br />
125ml honey - I used <a href="http://outandabout.realviewtechnologies.com/default.aspx?iid=31477&startpage=page0000030">Walkabout Apiaries honey</a><br />
Juice of half a small lemon<br />
100g salted butter<br />
100g <a href="http://www.csrsugar.com.au/Baking/Brown-Sugar.aspx">brown sugar</a> or <a href="http://www.csrsugar.com.au/Specialty/Dark-Brown-Sugar.aspx">Demerara sugar </a>for richer caramel<br />
1tsp vanilla essence or <a href="http://www.heilalavanilla.co.nz/">Heilala vanilla syrup</a><br />
2tbs cream - I use locally produced <a href="http://www.organiclarder.com.au/schulz_page.htm">Schulz organic cream</a><br />
Roughly ground rock salt for garnishing<br />
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Preheat oven to 180 degrees centigrade. If you're using a traditional pan, grease and line with silicon baking paper.<br />
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Melt chocolate until smooth in a bowl suspended over a simmering saucepan of water. If the melted chocolate is a bit stiff - and not runny - stir in a teaspoon of warm water to loosen it.<br />
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Cream butter and sugar then add the chocolate and the egg to make a rich batter. Then sift in the flour and the cocoa and stir them in well.<br />
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Pour the caramel evenly over the top. Sprinkle the surface lightly with a little salt and place the tray back into the oven for 20 minutes. By this stake your home will smell divine. Allow the slice to cool before removing it from the tray, slicing into squares or fingers. It's quite a rich treat, so please go easy on the eating!<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"…A Hendricks and ice for me"<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">In my experience</span> the further you go from the Melbourne CBD, the better the Asian food. The converse applies to European food, especially in the South Eastern suburbs. </span><br />
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<span xmlns="">Go beyond Attica in <a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=-37.88,144.999&spn=0.01,0.01&q=-37.88,144.999%20%28Ripponlea%2C%20Victoria%29&t=h" rel="geolocation" title="Ripponlea, Victoria">Ripponlea</a> and the imaginative, conceptual cooking seems to disappear until you reach the countryside, where The Royall Mail and Loam are edging into creative modern territory. The same can be said for what I recently heard described as 'Honest Food' – good ingredients delivered simply, using traditional techniques and served up with a whole bunch of integrity. <br />
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<span xmlns="">While the expensive, modern and adventurous is something I looked forward to about twice a year, it is the honest stuff that would entice me to leave my own kitchen more often. My two favourite exponents of this kind of thing unfortunately are far from my home: George Biron's <a href="http://sunnybraerestaurantandcookingschool.blogspot.com/">Sunnybrae</a> in <a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=-38.3333333333,143.783333333&spn=0.1,0.1&q=-38.3333333333,143.783333333%20%28Birregurra%2C%20Victoria%29&t=h" rel="geolocation" title="Birregurra, Victoria">Birregurra</a> and Steve Cumper's <a href="http://theredvelvetlounge.com.au/">Red Velvet Lounge</a> in <a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=-43.15,147.066666667&spn=0.1,0.1&q=-43.15,147.066666667%20%28Cygnet%2C%20Tasmania%29&t=h" rel="geolocation" title="Cygnet, Tasmania">Cygnet, Tasmania</a>. The tyranny of distance means that I don't dine at either often enough. But now I think I've found another to add to the list, and it's amazingly in the burbs.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">By the suburbs I don't mea</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">n</span> way out in the heartland of <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McMansion" rel="wikipedia" title="McMansion">McMansions</a> where Asian cooking reaches amazing highs at low price points. No, this venue is in Malvern, where the leafy streets are filled with meticulously restored and extended period homes, well serviced by public transport and a mere stone's throw from our Jewish heartland. My new happy place venue is <a href="http://lroom.com.au/">Livingrooom</a>.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Hugging a corner in Claremont Street, <a href="http://lroom.com.au/">Livingroom</a> stretches its verandahs wide over the pavement. Close to Malvern station and away from the din of bustling <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glenferrie_Road%2C_Melbourne" rel="wikipedia" title="Glenferrie Road, Melbourne">Glenferrie Road</a> it squats low on the landscape surrounded by genteel shops and a doll hospital. <br />
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<span xmlns="">This is a locale that keeps a respectable distance from the youthful outlook of <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Kilda%2C_Victoria" rel="wikipedia" title="St Kilda, Victoria">St.Kilda</a>, Windsor and the tourist aspect of the CBD; an interesting spot to do business. And somehow Livingroom manages to face the challenge of entertaining the professional families and Empty Nesters residing in Armadale through to Caulfield with integrity from breakfast through to dinner service.</span><br />
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<span xmlns="">They do it by making their guests feel like they're visiting neighbours for a dinner party, or by day that they've dropped in at a girlfriend's for a gossip and a cuppa. On Saturday afternoon it's a place where a man of a certain age can just be alone with the newspapers or a group of middle aged men can grab an espresso before catching a train to the football. </span><br />
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<span xmlns="">Inside, an eclectic arrangement of old domestic dining tables and chairs are delineated into two spaces by chandeliers in the lower, more formal area and red shaded pendant lights in an upper room that feels more café in style. This second space is dominated by the coffee machine, wine fridges and a <a href="http://www.heybambini.com.au/Cafe-Review-next.asp?id=122">toy box</a>. On entry the Kitchen is visible and in it you will spy Head Chef Darren Daley.</span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">In 1999 Darren was recruited from</span> London's <a href="http://www.bibendum.co.uk/restaurant/index.html">Bibendum</a> restaurant at the height of its popularity and prowess. He was one of a number of British Chefs lured to Melbourne to work at the <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.sofitel.com/" rel="homepage" title="Sofitel">Sofitel</a>. At the time TV Masterchef judges, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Mehigan" rel="wikipedia" title="Gary Mehigan">Gary Mehigan</a> and <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Calombaris" rel="wikipedia" title="George Calombaris">George Calombaris</a> were also employed there.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Darren however, is a quiet achiever. You won't find young Restaurant Critics fawning over Darren. He has not sought out their favour nor courted the limelight. He is not one of The Australian Food Twitterati. He does not have a big PR machine behind him, though I do suspect the PR hawks will be circling, hoping to get a piece of the action soon.<br />
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<span xmlns="">I've watched Darren's progression over the years. He has worked confidently and quietly since leaving The Sofitel by working at reputable venues. From being the lynch pin in revered gastropubs such as The Kingston in Richmond, to a stint at <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Grossi" rel="wikipedia" title="Guy Grossi">Guy Grossi</a>'s Mirka at Tolarno and then over to head up Sud's two venues, he has consistently produced a quality product, built on a passion for what he does best.<br />
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</span></div>I respect the honesty of his cooking. He takes an artisanal approach. I have watched him make his own sausages, his eyes mist over at the thought of slow cooked dishes and heard him talk with excitement of cha sui bao – Cantonese roast pork buns. In his kitchen, a passion for showcasing good produce is at the fore. And to add to that there is also an honesty in the service, where Darren's sister - a Sommelier in training – works alongside staff recruited from Maha and other reputable venues, who strike a chord between knowledgeable and unpretentious.<br />
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<span xmlns="">So from breakfast to dinner you will find polite subtlety, attention to detail and quality both in service and cooking. A brand new wine list is extensive, chosen by Alan Markham, the owner of Livingroom. This list, I would suggest is to some guests, a little intimidating. But in a thoughtful manner, tasting notes for the European and Australian selection prevents potential blushes. <br />
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<span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">To me, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">on a number of levels</span> they have a difficult clientele to woo. If <a href="http://www.lroom.com.au/page/menu.html">the menu</a> were to sound too molecular or fanciful it would turn the conservative core off, but if it doesn't sound that little bit special, it won't entice those looking for the night out with a brag factor either. So faced with the tightrope of a dinner menu I honestly found it tough to make a decision what to eat. I was tempted by much, but initially thought perhaps it wasn't pushing my boundaries. I later realised that the written menu did not do the delicious creations justice. So I wondered if a certain amount of dumbing-down had been called for, so as not to scare the locals?<br />
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<span xmlns="">I would describe Darren's offering as Contemporary European, at times rustic. In fact on a recent trip to Paris, we found that Livingroom was in step with the regular hang-outs of city living Parisians, because here, it's all about flavor. The dishes are not excessively tricked up with gadgetry or gimicry, just strong traditional techniques. I feel Darren does his suppliers proud. From early evening, starting with diners of families and older folk, to couples having a night away from the kids, it is clear that the customers are well taken care of.</span><br />
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<span xmlns="">A five spice quail was reminiscent of dish I grew up with. Satisfyingly crisp fried, fleshy and subtly flavoured it works well with pickled chilli, mint and coriander. While comforting to me, I wondered whether the local clientele considered this Asian inspired offering exotic? But then I noticed in each course there was at least one dish that might appear challenging to the regulars and a number of items that some had not heard of such as, guanciale and scamorza.<br />
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<span xmlns="">Scanning the mains, I toyed with the idea of Parsley and gorgonzola risotto with apple and rocket salad. I flirted with pan fried Mirror Dory with sautéed cavala nero, confit duck and red wine puy lentils. Mr Stickyfingers chose a Black Angus sirloin with soft buckwheat polenta and braised shallots - over the skirt steak with pommes frites, truffle salt and veal jus. Finally, after much deliberation I selected a rabbit wellington with spinach, mushroom, sage and gorgonzola farce. I'm a sucker for meat in pastry and I love rabbit. <br />
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<span xmlns="">Later, rolling outside into the quiet night I knew that I would be back. Being in good hands found us sated on more than one level and happy to have found 'my kind of place' south of the Yarra …. and not so far from Chez Sticky. It's really no wonder that the locals love <a href="http://lroom.com.au/page/menu.html">Livingroom.</a><br />
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<blockquote style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Had long gone unnoticed by me </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I'm stunned by what now I finally see </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">It's amazing the wonders you can find </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Just by stepping outside </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">There's a skip in my step a divine state of joy </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">In everything I do </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Cause I am feeling new again </span></blockquote><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">OF MONTREAL: <i>'Old Familiar Way'</i></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><span style="color: #3d85c6;">We embarked on a month's journey</span> to mark Mr Sticky's half century of life and I found myself on the path to further self discovery. We went to Europe: to London, Paris, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Normandy" rel="wikipedia" title="Normandy">Normandy</a>, Brugge, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brussels" rel="wikipedia" title="Brussels">Brussels</a> and to visit family in Rotterdam. We ended the trip in Malaysia.<br />
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I wore out my feet but awakened the inner me. I reacquainted myself with what makes me tick. At heart I am an Artist and a Designer, I used to make fashion too. But the need to earn a living from scratch without the benefit of loans or family hand outs, and later the need to support Mr Sticky, made me forget all that. <br />
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More than twenty years ago I trained as an Artist and during this recent <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grand_Tour" rel="wikipedia" title="Grand Tour">Grand Tour</a>, found that I was newly inspired beyond compare to draw and write and build a visual diary of ideas. My youthful ideas floated up and broke the surface of my now commercially oriented mind. It left me full of idealistic wonder and an enormous amount of pent up creative energy.<br />
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Now on our return to Chez Sticky I try to link the new me, carving a more sustainable ethos with a desire to create again. How will I fit this into my life now back in Australia? I wonder? While cooking was once my creative outlet, I'm afraid that now it will not suffice. My job has a Creative title but it is the last thing that I am currently encouraged to be.<br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;">Binding so much of what we experienced</span> while we were away was the artistry of food. From a Chef cooking in the dining room of his small restaurant in Rotterdam - serving a fixed course set menu of food sourced from a local farm, to rustic seasonal French produce steeped in a heritage of tradition, to a suburban London pub serving honest grub, a High Tea at London's oldest running hotel, to an old brewery cafe in Brussels and a tiny Salon de The serving traditional buckwheat galettes, we dined well. And of course there was the ultimate celebration at <a class="zem_slink" href="http://www.fatduck.co.uk/" rel="homepage" title="The Fat Duck">The Fat Duck</a>.<br />
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Naturally I will post my thoughts on The Fat Duck, but it will take a few varied posts to discuss it. For that in itself was a journey, not just one of sustenance, it made the grey cells jiggle too. It was an exploration of the mind of a creative genius, <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heston_Blumenthal" rel="wikipedia" title="Heston Blumenthal">Heston Blumenthal</a> who appears to have also found himself riding that fine line between passion, art and commerce.<br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="color: #e69138;">Life, life is a pigsty. Life is a pigsty</div><div style="color: #e69138;">And I’d been shifting gears all along my life</div><div style="color: #e69138;">But I’m still the same underneath</div><div style="color: #e69138;">This you surely knew</div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1V27pzCcqw"><span style="font-size: x-small;">MORISSEY</span></a></div></blockquote><div style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span xmlns=""></span></div><span xmlns=""><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">It's been a peculiar year.</span> I've been ill for nearly half of it. And working like a demon on hot coals for the remainder of the time, in an awkward and uncomfortable business culture.</span><br />
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<span xmlns="">This is the year my Aunts were diagnosed with bowel cancer and their brothers had polyps discovered in their colons. I underwent testing for a variety of things as a consequence. <br />
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<span xmlns="">Our dear friend Ben died suddenly in Bali. Then recently, I lost one of my oldest friends, my familiar and companion of 16years, a dear sweet cat named Pepper. </span><br />
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<span xmlns="">I don't like to dwell on the bad, but I spent months barely able to draw breath this year, and was without a voice from the start of April until early August. There were weeks where my lung capacity was so reduced, that I was warned I might have a heart attack.<br />
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<span xmlns="">My body shut down. I was weak. I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I was in no man's land. But my saving grace was <a href="http://twitter.com/stickifingers">Twitter</a>.<span style="color: #6fa8dc;"> <br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">Reading my Twitter stream</span> of food loving tweeps' comments jollied me along and possibly prevented me from feeling depressed by my situation. The kindness of those who extended their commiserations touched my heart. <br />
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<span xmlns="">The Mental Oriental Parentals were otherwise occupied with their Grey Nomad lifestyle and Mr Sticki had compressed himself into a pirate music torrent and morphed into the laptop. From bed, I had to send him an email downstairs to attract his attention. So Twitter became my cultural and emotional umbilical chord.<br />
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<span xmlns="">From living vicariously through the planning of tweetups and the eat-n-tweet of <i>Duckfest</i> and <i>Suckling Pigapalooza, </i>to simply listening-in to the day to day of people's lives and the tweets accompanying food shows, it kept me hanging in there. From my sickbed, wearing an oxygen mask, I was still happily able to engage with the outside world. <br />
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<span xmlns="">Twitter worked for me when I couldn't concentrate on DVDs. Lacking focus, 140 character tweets were the maximum length I was capable of digesting at any given moment; perfect.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I thought of food often.</span> </span>Mr Sticki, the Trophy Husband - more accustomed to pleasing himself - was not initially programmed to take care of me, and at times forgot to feed me until late at night. But it didn't matter, I lacked an appetite. <br />
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<span xmlns="">I did manage to teach him some new dishes using <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFAPPOE1fDs&feature=related"><i>Speak It</i></a> an iPhone app that speaks aloud on behalf of the vocally dysfunctional. After six weeks working with a Speech Pathologist my vocal chords switched back on. And eventually Mr remembered that we were in possession of cookbooks. Things looked up from that point and he even ventured out to farmers' markets without me.<br />
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<span xmlns="">I'm back at work now. But I'm counting down the sleeps as in just a few weeks we will finally be on holiday. The beacon that is beckoning me towards the finish line is a lunch reservation in October at <a href="http://www.thefatduck.co.uk/Heston-Blumenthal/Our-Philosophy/">Heston</a> Blumenthal's <a href="http://www.thefatduck.co.uk/About-The-Fat-Duck/">Fat Duck restaurant</a> in England. Sigh. I'm referring to it as the #FatDuck50 trip, as it is The Trophy Husband's 50<sup>th</sup> birthday present.<br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">The dilemma</span> it has thrown up is how will I cope with the <a href="http://www.thefatduck.co.uk/The-Menus/Tasting-Menu/">12 course degustation</a>? Eating small portions for months has shrunk my appetite considerably. Over the weekend I dined out on a two course meal plus a shared dessert, with aperitif and matched wine, only to leave feeling turgid and bilious. It was a feeling that intensified the following day. Mr Sticki felt full, yet fine. Only I felt that my gut was organizing a mutiny and enlisting various other organs in its quest to digest. <br />
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<span xmlns="">Should I train up and endeavour to increase my capacity? I don't think I want to. My father has elderly onset diabetes and I am very mindful of what's in my diet as a consequence. </span><br />
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<span xmlns="">The website of the Fat Duck recommends allowing <a href="http://www.thefatduck.co.uk/The-Menus/Tasting-Menu/">four hours</a> to eat the meal. <b>Perhaps that will be sufficient to aid the digestion?</b><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target.<br />
</i></span></div><div style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>George Fisher</i></span></b></div></blockquote><br />
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</span></i></span></b></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><b>Seven years old </b>and dressed in seersucker flares, sporting a London accent and the latest bowl cut hair fashion, I waited quietly as the adults chatted. I knew the mantra "children should be seen and not heard" so busied my mind by observing all around me. '</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns="">Planting my hands under my chin, I rested my elbows on the linen clad table in a restaurant nearby my little Chinese Grandfather's favourite <a class="zem_slink" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?ll=22.1666666667,113.55&spn=1.0,1.0&q=22.1666666667,113.55%20%28Macau%29&t=h" rel="geolocation" title="Macau">Macau</a> casino, The Lisboa. I observed the porcelain teapot and cups were trimmed in pink and the walls, a gaudy lemon. I smelt the heady combination of spices in the Portuguese influenced Chinese food.</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns="">Waiters in white jackets with brass buttons flew by us with plates of Meccanese food. The din of Cantonese chatter seemed to fade into the background as mesmerised, I watched their balletic movements as they burst in from the kitchen doorway into service, ricocheting haphazardly between the tables around me. It was human pinball without the benefit of levers.</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns="">The night ahead would see me witness Pelota (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jai_alai">Jai Alai</a>) for the first time in that casino – a fast, adrenaline filled sport where balls were hurled at a wall via a cane cage attached to the arms of the players. While I didn't see the point of the machismo and the danger, luckily I had the wherewithal to realize that this spectacle was part of the slowly eroding Portuguese heritage that infuses Macao. </span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns="">The players in their white garb and long sashes certainly captivated my mother as she hastily went to bet on the outcome of the game. After a relatively short time I tired of the testosterone fueled display and was returned to our hotel room.</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns="">Was it boredom or biliousness that drove me to ask to go to bed? I do not recall. What is etched into my mind was the fried rice that grandfather had ordered at the restaurant. It wasn't usual for him to order fried rice, but he made an exception for this one. And I had astounded everyone at the table by eating eight small rice bowls of it. So as a result, everything else paled into insignificance. </span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns="">I recall my parents' embarassment of my gluttony. My grandfather: proud. And I've yet to live it down. Even now, as a middle aged woman, my father likes to recount the story of his greedy little girl. </span></div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #666666;"><span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My retort has become that it was the best I'd eaten. And from that point I pestered Mum to teach me how to cook it. But while our Chinese friends raved about her fried rice, I felt it never matched that particular one. </span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Many years later, I watched my grandmother make it and discovered that she added fish sauce, which was the key secret to make it extra fragrant. Finally I had unlocked the unwritten code to recreating the dish.</span></span><br />
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</span></b></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><b style="color: #3d85c6;">Recently I was pondering</b> on the subject of why Asian food often tastes better in restaurants and is especially delectable in Asia. In fact I wondered why there was no perfect Char Kwei Teow in Melbourne or why some of my Twitter friends were on a quest to find the best <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peking_Duck" rel="wikipedia" title="Peking Duck">Peking Duck</a>? </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">When I thought about the dishes I had faithfully recreated from my old and worn Asian cookbooks or from watching my family cook, I was confounded. While they all tasted delicious, to my mind they lacked a certain something. What was the 'je ne sais quoi?' </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">While I've found that using farmer direct sourced produce lifts many European dishes to restaurant quality, it didn't give my Asian cooking the same edge. As in the fish sauce in the fried rice, there had to be something more to unlock the unwritten code.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">That same week, I happily discovered a 1980's edition of my Mum's Chinese cooking Bible – The Hong Kong & China Gas Chinese Cookbook. I glued myself to it one Saturday and through its pages, relived some childhood memories. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">In the following days, I began to introduce some of my old favourites back into my cooking repertoire. And then I began to began to unravel my dilemma, discovering there are a series of keys to Asian cooking, unwritten rules, that affect the flavour.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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In Asia, before the days of refrigeration, ingredients were bought immediately prior to cooking the meal and were skillfully transformed in an uncomplicated manner. In households generally there was extended family in the kitchen, making the production of items such as dumplings swift. So timing is a key. Although not the case here in Australia, in some parts of Asia this tradition continues.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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Every recipe in my old Asian Cookbooks and in my newer Vietnamese cookbooks includes monosodium glutamate. It certainly does enhance the flavor, but given the negative health connotations, I don't use it myself and increasingly restaurants are reducing or removing it from their dishes. There is a marked difference in taste as a consequence.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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Traditionally everything in Asia was cooked over charcoal burners. The flavor imparted to dishes either through ferocious heat or infused with smokiness is impossible to recreate on your standard contemporary European style stove. In Asia, many hawkers and some restaurants continue to use charcoal. Here, most Asian restaurants use gas. The volume of gas at my place is weak. It's just not acceptable for Asian cooking. So rather than put up with the mediocre, I find better results cooking on a butane camp stove turned up to full ferociousness than on my gas range.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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What a delectable substance. It's the hidden fat in many Asian dishes, the fat that must not be named; an ingredient unwritten in most recipes although frequently used. Sometimes you'll find a recipe stipulates peanut oil, another essential flavor in Asian cooking. Both fats withstand the ferocious heat required for most dishes and also impart lashings of flavor. Again, for health reasons I have cut both from most of my cooking, using canola instead. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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Any professional practitioner of Asian cooking will have a pot of masterstock on the go constantly. Deep in richness and flavor, this will generally have a base stock that was started years ago. Chefs will also have other broths made from scratch to use in soups. The older a masterstock, the more it brings to a dish, so if you're using stock cubes or commercial tetra packs of stock in your dishes, they will never achieve the same result. The only exception I have observed has been Malaysian Hawkers, who not only use powdered commercial chicken stock but also flavor enhancers and even commercial Ketchup.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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Let's face it, modern equipment is not necessary in Asian cooking. Non-stick woks in particular are pointless as they can't deal with the heat required. Big heavy cast Iron woks heat up too slowly and hold the heat too long. A series of different sized lightweight woks, claypots and a steamer will do the trick. <br />
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Modern ovens don't do any favours to Asian recipes either, as we are forced to lie meat or bread down. Traditional Asian ovens are vertical so that bread can cling to the walls and the meat hangs vertically over a flame allowing for self basting as the fat renders downwards off the meat. It's one of the reasons Heston Blumenthal could not recreate the super crisp skin on his Peking Duck, without removing it and sewing it to a rack.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">There was a time where Chinese restaurant food in Hong Kong didn't hold a candle to the food served in my Paternal household. With a few exceptions, Grandmother's Vietnamese influenced Cantonese fare was always far superior. The exceptions being yum cha and specialty roasted meats that were customarily left to 'the experts' or were ordered in. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">In my father's childhood, my family enjoyed a large household with a generous retinue of staff. Restaurants were less popular and the best Chefs were quite possibly located heading up the kitchens of families like mine. In some instances, those Chefs had been raised in the household and had been taught recipes passed down within the family. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">But those days have long since gone. I have resigned myself to the fact that my home cooking will not match that of the dishes of my Grandmother and that occasionally I will indulge the MSG, the lard and the peanut oil when I dine out.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
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</div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">People with eating disorders make dreadful dining companions. </span></i></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></i></div><div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">'Well that's stating the obvious', you're thinking. <br />
But have you actually done it, and done it regularly? I have.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span xmlns=""><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">There's a strong vein of Bulimia that runs through my maternal bloodline so you can take it from me that it's awful to sit across a table from someone afflicted with this kind of mental disorder, and the torment that they suffer. They love food but their distorted self image means they torture themselves as a result of it.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">I do think people with eating disorders truly love food. Yes, I do. But their need for control is greater and that is often manifested by purging and denial. It breaks my heart to see it.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">I myself, push back on Bulimia every day. I know that genetically I have it within me to succumb to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_dysmorphic_disorder">Body Dysmorphic Disorder</a>, but I resist the nasty urge. Sometimes I catch myself looking at others and seeing a distorted image of them, then slap myself mentally and step back from my thoughts. But it's when I see myself that I most often feel revulsion. I then remind myself that I have a hormonal dysfunction that unless I go back on a course of synthetic hormones, will continue to keep me larger than average.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">Of course there was a time when I let</span><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""> Body Dysmorphic Syndrome get the better of me. When instead of purging, I hit the extreme exercise trail. I exercised eighteen hours a week, existing on commercial 'diet meals' - about a third of the average meal. I said to people that I exercised a lot because I love to eat. But when I dined out on normal food, my gut reacted by having diahorrea. I thought at the time that I must have had IBS. But I was abusing my body and it was simply showing signs of the stress I was inflicting on it.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">For me, the dysfunctional feelings well up from never ever having felt attractive, of always finding my image hideous in photos or reflected in a mirror. I have always felt overweight, even when I have been slim, even as a child of normal weight. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">But now, I refuse to collect my legacy of starving or purging. In stablising myself, I referred to a childhood weighted with Confucian, Taoist and <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhism" rel="wikipedia" title="Buddhism">Buddhist</a> values. I asserted that as an intelligent person I did have the power to overcome this compulsion. Now my repugnance for food wastage has far greater emphasis than my potential for self abuse.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">I've watched bone thin Bulimics at mealtimes scrutinize their dining companions with a critical eye while they eat, and that their need for control sees them order the biggest, fattiest meals, to then eat only a tablespoon of it. Being of normal appetite, I've been called a fat, lazy pig by the Bulimics in my family. I've watched their mood swings and the crankiness caused by a body that's physically stressed and felt the knife edge of their vicious taunts.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">When you starve yourself, the body craves sugar. The Bulimic's overwhelming instinctive desire to eat sugary foods is caused by the body trying to find a way to survive when starved of proper sustenance. In my family it turned the Bulimics into sugar pushers. Thankfully I don't have a sweet tooth and couldn't be tempted in order to allay their guilt.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">After many years of observation, my skin crawls when I see the tell-tale signs as they dart off to the toilet to purge between courses and after the meal. But because I really hate wasting decent food, most of all I despise their ploy of mashing their meal on the plate, not eating it, while others are actually chewing and swallowing. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">The wheezing and coughing that bulimics blame on asthma now rings hollow to me. I know that in fact they have puked so much that the <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrochloric_acid" rel="wikipedia" title="Hydrochloric acid">hydrochloric acid</a> has risen out of their <a class="zem_slink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_gastrointestinal_tract" rel="wikipedia" title="Human gastrointestinal tract">gastrointestinal tract</a>, causing reflux that burns their oesophagus and makes them cough. With that is the tell tale halitosis. I liken it to the smell of death on someone's breath. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">Osteoporosis and stress fractures aren't uncommon too. Frequent viral infections come from a weakened immune system that may be contributed to by their obsessive need to exercise, and just another part of the syndrome. In the Chinese culture it is common for women to abuse laxative based herbal teas. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">I've known Body Dysmorphics who have turned to alcohol in lieu of food too. Naturally that comes with yet another set of problems. My Nana smoked a cigarette whenever she wanted to eat. Now in my middle age, having survived so many, when I look in the eyes of a Bulimic I see a heart attack or total organ failure waiting to happen, because in some ways, to punish yourself and to inflict this severe form of self control is to have a death wish.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">I've also witnessed bulimic men and women starve their families and keep them exercising at a clipping pace, sending out spiteful barbs that damage their kids' self image. I've seen middle class Australian families with access to good food, diagnosed as being malnourished and have felt overwrought for them. I've seen children terrified of enjoying food in case their Body Dysmorphic parent puts them down for being fat.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">And now thanks to <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-susan-albers/eating-disorders----kara_b_495135.html">reality TV in the USA, Binge Eating Disorder (BED)</a> is now also widely recognised. I have no doubt that the roots of BED are the same as Bulimia, it just comes without the purging. Sufferers need help to heal psychologically in order to move past the disorder. While I feel that there is a genetic predisposition to Body Dysmorphic Syndrome, it is circumstance, role models and potentially the media that contribute to the psychological influences that unleash the behaviour in a person.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">As society becomes increasingly sophisticated in terms of technology, science is moving forwards towards the creation of a super race, where thanks to DNA testing and stem cell technology, people of wealth may well live into eternity. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">However, whilst science concentrates on bio mechanics, the science of the mind is considered less worthy of funding and research. Meanwhile cases of mental illness and depression are rising significantly. Will it be that natural selection in the future will evolve out of a class of people considered the most financially disadvantaged, coupled with a predisposition to mental illness?</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">It is a common assumption that many creative people have been raised in significantly dysfunctional families, that their urge to escape childhood distress drives the imagination, even as adults. In my observation of food bloggers, a number of us have emerged from these situations to vent and assert ourselves through food and through writing. </span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">When the question of 'Why we blog?' was raised as a topic recently at the Australian Food Bloggers Conference - <a href="http://ausfoodbloggerconf.wordpress.com/">EatDrinkBlog</a> - passion was cited liberally as the driving force. We did not delve deeper however, for example, where does this passion for food come from?</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">My passion came from a childhood where solace from my bizarre life was sought in kitchens, whether in my own home or in those of the family friends who fostered me. The other source of this passion was via the observation of the theatre played out in restaurants. I'm aware that the need to nurture and feed others is strong in me because this, as a child, is where I claimed love by proxy.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">My ability to write came from immersing myself in books, by fleeing the darkest corners of my life via my imagination. Fantasy worlds were a great escape, especially as a teenager in the lonely time after discovering the attempted suicide of one of my parents. The craft of wielding evocative words was spellbinding to me and held me close in a moment where I could not publicly breathe my sorrow. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">Food and words flow easily into blogging. Recipes surface in my mind to console and reward. I fight the urge to purge and to instead share and enjoy the bounty that we in Australia are fortunate to take for granted.</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns=""><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;" xmlns="">If you suffer Body Dysmorphic Syndrome, please don't be afraid to talk to a Psychologist about it. There are numerous <a href="http://www.healthinsite.gov.au/topics/Eating_Disorders">resources</a> from forums to groups run by former sufferers to help you to turn it around. It's better to move on than to damage yourself further and hurt others around you. My wish is that we break the cycle in order to avoid spreading this painful legacy.<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">"Another story exists</span></b><span style="color: #6aa84f;"> about "stone soup", that in the United States of America, during the Great Depression, families were unable to put food on the table every day. It became a practice to place a large and porous rock in the bottom of the stock pot.</span></i><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I had become afflicted with the malaise of the spoilt. I harbored the ugly conceit of the wealthy - or of those who need not worry about where the next meal is coming from. I longed for something beyond what was available - forgetting that what I already had was exemplary. In the void of abject consumerism, I had developed a sickening greed, an avaricious obsession with the next great thing to eat. And I had forgotten the lessons of my youth.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Regrettably despairing of yet another home cooked meal for two, I set myself a challenge to cook a meal without tasting it during the cooking process. I would also avoid adding seasoning beyond what was in the garden. Worst case scenario, if it worked out crap I could fix it anyway. This is a game of the bored. I aimed to trick myself; to trick my palate.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As is the case often in our home, everything in that meal was either locally sourced produce, home-made or home grown. I would not be sourcing the finest European smallgoods made from pigs that had been hand fed Vietnamese lychees by nuns in a copse in Northern Spain and cured by a 104 year old Brazilian Bishop in a thousand year old smokehouse, built by gnomes. </div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There would be no truffles, nor expensive condiments. In short, there would be no gourmet exotica in the meal that would make online foodies rapturous. Despite of the lack of pretentiously labeled ingredients, I was blind to the fact that my kitchen contained a wealth of magnificent produce.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">By my standards it was a simple meal: Hartdale Park venison fillets seared in a hot cast iron pan then rested for ten minutes, warmed through with beetroot and a reduction of juices made with a touch of sage, quince jelly and beetroot juice. Salad leaves and wild rocket were gathered from the garden along with more herbs. I tossed them with tomato and Meredith marinated chevre, a vinaigrette made with King Valley honey, mustard, oil and vinegar. Home grown potatoes were sliced, layered with thyme from the garden and baked in mornay of whole wheat flour, unpasteurised butter, Blue Bay Gruyere and raw milk.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I resisted the urge to taste anything while cooking. I was adamant that the flavours would be a surprise to me. No salt, pepper, dried spices or Asian condiments were used. Mr Sticki remarked at how fabulous the cheese sauce smelt. He had no doubts that this would taste good. And he was right. Call it a leap of faith on my behalf, but I won myself over.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The exercise came down to proving to myself that I had the technique nailed and that my olfactory senses were primed enough to judge without tasting. It also proved to me that while we expect great meals made from world renowned ingredients, it is also possible to make an exemplary tasting meal using a combination of the humble home sourced and the less fashionable, local produce, sourced farmer direct.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My passion for eating was cultivated from the time I began eating solids, I wasn't fed packaged baby foods. At the time we lived in Hong Kong and I spent a great deal of time in the care of my paternal grandmother and Loong Por, the elderly Chinese Nanny who continued to live with my Grandparents long after she had raised my father. </div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My Chinese granny introduced me flavor. At yum cha she would peel the skin from dumplings and tell me to taste the filling on its own. She did this so that I could appreciate the sheer simplicity of the ingredient's flavor, without the added complication of understanding the various textures of the whole. I suspect that she also felt the slimy rice skin on some dim sum as not sufficiently nutritious for infants.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In Hong Kong during the Second World War, my family suffered along with the rest of the territory, when food was in short supply and many survived on the famous 'stone soup'. This dish constituted a soup made with a handful of weeds or herbs and sometimes thickened with arrowroot. A stone was placed in the bowl so as to cheat the mind into thinking some solids had been taken, by licking the solution from the stone. It was also considered that the stone would absorb some of the flavor and would continue to add to the soup on a daily basis. Although my family fared a little better than some at the time, being raised under these circumstances influenced my father's attitude to food as an adult.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">As a child I ate whatever Mum and dad ate. My mother never made me separate meals. We always sat at the dining table and ate together. They also took me out to dine with them in restaurants - in Hong Kong - where it was the norm for children to be present - and later, when we moved to London - where it was not the case. From sitting in a high chair, or sometimes upon their coats piled so that I could reach the table, I grew accustomed to the etiquette and privilege of dining out. </div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Food was a ritual, a celebration, an exploration. Food was something that was constantly asserted as a wonderful gift that I was lucky to be partaking of. When I lived with my foster families I was a peculiarity, I sat quietly at the dining table and immersed myself in the meal. Their children on the other hand, watched TV while eating or fought amongst themselves, some scowling at their food and needing to be bribed by dessert to empty their plate.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I lived with my Hungarian foster family, the lesson of the privilege of having food on the table was re-iterated. Whilst the children were indulged and not indoctrinated, I observed the reverence to food that the holocaust survivors in our midst paid to every meal, every snack. </div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I first started cooking, Mum remarked that I would add about half of the seasonings in the pantry to my meals. My dishes were complicated and fanciful. The exuberance for heavily flavoured dishes gradually dissipated. My folks had always bought good quality produce and many things were made from scratch when I was small. Good cooking in their fabulous kitchen was easy and I discovered there was no need to overcomplicate the flavours.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I moved out of home it was to a significantly more modest abode. My kitchen didn't even have a workspace. But I loved cooking. The nature of the tiny cooking space meant that I had to buy fresh practically daily. But when I moved to a slightly larger kitchen, with a pantry almost as big as the kitchen I began a love affair with the supermarket.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I imagined that this must be what it was like to eat something after being long deprived of food. Immediately, I stopped buying fresh fruit and vegetable from the supermarket and went back to the greengrocer or to the local fresh market instead.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It wasn't until I began shopping at farmers markets that I experienced the same wonderment with meat, cheese, milk and eggs. Yes, eggs. I really didn't care for eggs before then. Fresh, non-supermarket bought eggs taste so different and are a breeze to poach. The flavour of rare breed meats and heritage vegetables, freshly harvested, leave supermarket produce in their wake and as I proved to myself, require hardly any seasoning. They keep for weeks and make everyone look like a star in the kitchen. </div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My cooking is no longer about dialing up flavours, but rather showcasing what is already there. Now it feels like an insult to the integrity of the produce to go overboard with the preparation. Shamefully in my recent conceit I had forgotten the great privilege it is to dine on this wonderful food. </div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The provenance of fresh produce sourced farmer direct is the result of passion, care and hard work. It has integrity. It is not palm oil and chemical loaded convenience food. The fruit and vegetables are not tasteless and genetically modified to withstand long freight trips, where they are jolted and knocked about. And they have not been bred to be picked green and warehoused for months before hitting the shelves after artificial ripening. The meat has been slow raised in happy conditions for flavor and butchered with respect. In order for the supermarket produce to turn over quickly and at the cheap prices demanded for their large profit margins, the meat has been raised to grow fast, have volume, but not density which affects the taste.</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Looking at back at the recent boom era of consumerism, I see how I became greedy. How blasé I had become when others in the world were suffering from a global food crisis, while others faced war in their backyards. I lost sight of what is important and fell into the trap of expecting the next culinary thrill with the ability to show off here on the blog and on Twitter. What a pretentious twat!</div><div style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-62297087135231123802009-11-03T19:45:00.052+11:002009-11-05T07:45:17.415+11:00Eating With Relish<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4072011900_c914e3e46c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 322px; display: block; height: 430px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/4072011900_c914e3e46c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ralph Waldo Emerson</span></p><p> </p></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">I hated school.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> <span>At my right wing, white, Anglo Saxon, protestant school I found that there wasn't a lot to look forward to. One of the reasons was because I was the 'noticably ethnic' - being Eurasian.<br /><br /><br />I arrived two thirds of the way through the course of primary school with an English accent and barely a clue about Australia, even though I was born here. But I may as well have come from the other side of the galaxy. It was the seventies and Australia felt small minded and isolated compared to London, at least to a small, precocious and well traveled child, used to the company of adults, not other children.<br /><br /><br />I was a square peg who didn't fit the prerequisite hole - in any shape or form - and the daughters of the prominent politicians and matriarchal social mavens of philanthropy, eyed me with suspicion. In particular, my lunches were deemed "too bizarre" to them: cha sui sandwiches one day, chicken liver pâté with lettuce the next, and Liptauer on rye bread when I was living with my Hungarian foster family. It was odd that opinions could be so quickly formed based on the examination of the contents of one's lunch box. No cordial, no white bread with Vegemite, no Twisties and no lunch orders from the tuckshop - no good.<br /><br /><br />At lunch time I was relegated to the corner of the courtyard outside my classroom with the girl whose mum gave her hard boiled eggs. Although I did not enjoy the odour of the eggs, they were exquisitely wrapped in rainbow coloured wax paper and came packed with miniature salt and pepper shakers. Her Mum kept venison in the freezer and I had eaten some of it with their family. That was the first foodie secret we shared: weird food tastes good. Years later I heard that her Mum had spitefully been tricked into eating Snappy Tom 'Seafood in Aspic' cat food by one of the other mums, who found her more refined taste in food "just too eccentric".<br /><br /><br />Three times a year at school we had a mid term holiday. Half term was actually a half day. This was the one thing about school I looked forward to. If my mum was well enough she would swing by school in the yellow sports car and collect me. We would ride home in the low slung beast, singing along to the radio.<br /><br /><br />On the way home, we would make a stop at a Milk Bar. I quietly watched as she paced a lap of the small general store, then went to the pie warmer to get me a pastie. Back in the car, I would cradle the pastry in my lap, its warmth spreading through the white paper bag onto my thighs. The curious smell of parsnip, turnip and carrot wafted into the dark, leathery interior of the car.<br /><br /><br />At home in the kitchen, the pastie felt heavy in my hands. Carefully removing the treat from its bag, I would pick at the twisted seam of pastry that bound the parcel of mixed vegetable and minced meat. But as much as I loved eating the pastry, it was the accompanying tomato relish that I really longed for.<br /><br /><br />The relish was made by my nasty, bulimic, Nana. She bottled it in skinny old Nescafe jars with yellow plastic lids. It was dark brown, chunky, and contained both tomatoes and sultanas, heavily spiced and sweet. I loved it. The smell made me purr. I could have eaten it on everything, but for some peculiar reason, it was reserved only for pastie eating. Mum however also got to eat it with cheese and crackers. Starved of decent meals by my mean spirited, image obsessed Nana, Grandpa lived on the stuff.<br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The last time I tried to make relish, I had a mediocre result. I unsuccessfully tried to recreate Nana's and I </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://deepdishdreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/bitter-heart-sweet-chutney.html">blogged the result</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">. Silly to try to cook up something when you have a cold and have lost your palate really. This time I turned to Mr Sticki's Nana's recipe - he figures it must be at least one hundred years old - and it worked a treat. Hailing from Shepparton she was apparently the antithesis of my Wimmera raised Nana and Mr S has warm memories of her.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">This recipe was transmitted down the phone line from Mr Sticki's Mum, Bunny, and transcribed by my beloved. I have written it here for you verbatim. It's so simple.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Following the recipe, I chose to drain the tomatoes overnight in a muslin bag suspended over a mixing bowl. Instead of discarding the juices, I made absolutely the best tomato soup with them. It was pretty much the same as Shannon Bennett's tomato consomme, a fresh, light and pretty, ideal for an entree or amuse bouche.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">I did find myself adding more sugar to the relish than specified, as the requisite 'covering the tomato mix with vinegar', did make it face wrinkling in its sourness. My choice was a combination of Demerara and low GI sugar - for health and flavour - plus cooking the mix for longer than the recipe specified, which darkened the finish. Use white sugar if you want it to stay bright red and in that case ensure you stick to the specified cooking time.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Other changes I made were to add less flour and a bit more curry powder.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">And the result? Although Bunny's mother's relish doesn't have as much spice as my Nana's and lacked sultanas, I would happily slather it on anything. I haven't had it with a pastie yet, but it stood impressively alongside my frittata (pictured) made with freshly laid eggs, Boks bacon, home grown herbs and vegetables. And tomorrow it will travel to work in my lunch box, which my colleagues will examine as usual with enthusiasm and excitement. How times have changed!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4070730917_ae45c5b768_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 422px; display: block; height: 422px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2798/4070730917_ae45c5b768_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" >Nana Burgess's Tomato Relish</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />6lbs Tomatoes<br />2lbs Onions<br />1 1/2 lbs Sugar<br />1 1/2 tbs Curry powder<br />2tbs Mustard<br />4tbs Flour<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Cut up onions and tomatoes, sprinkle with a handful of salt. Stand them overnight.<br /><br />In the morning drain the tomatoes and onions and place them in a pot. Cover the mix with vinegar. Boil for five minutes.<br /><br />Add the other ingredients mixed with a little vinegar. Boil for one hour. Bottle in sterilised jars.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-37884605179680402862009-10-20T07:29:00.077+11:002009-10-26T01:22:54.903+11:00Asian Pastry: Sweet Yet Savoury<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4026592725_d042c1d918.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 484px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4026592725_d042c1d918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Sexbomb sex bomb, you're my sex bomb</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />You can give it to me when I need to come along</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Sexbomb sex bomb you're my sex bomb</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />And baby you can turn me on</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tom Jones, Sex Bomb</span><br /></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">People who know me appreciate that I'm not a sweet tooth. They also know that I'm an intuitive cook, not a baker - not a person who is systematic in checking weights and balances, following recipes to the nth detail. Curiously often - I won't say annoyingly, as I don't mind being challenged - I find myself being requested <a href="http://deepdishdreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/pasteis-de-nata.html">to make dessert</a> when invited to dinner.<br /><br /><br />Neither Mr Sticki or I eat dessert at home, though he does claim that he has a separate stomach just for ice cream - making it possible to eat it even when he's stuffed to the gills. I on the other hand, am rarely tempted and will often choose cheese instead. If <a href="http://sunnybraerestaurantandcookingschool.blogspot.com/">George Biron</a> had not had Hungarian pancakes on the dessert menu last week, when we visited <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/entertainment/epicure/restaurant-review/sunnybrae-birregurra/2009/07/20/1247941866184.html?page=3">Sunnybrae</a>, I would have chosen the savoury dessert option of black and white pudding.<br /><br /><br /></span>I <span style="font-size:100%;">have, however acquired a taste for Asian desserts. I'm Eurasian so I guess this is fair enough, given the kooky nature of Asian sweets. Sugar came to the world from China but it is hardly a world of sweets. In fact most Chinese snacks are savoury, not sweet, and many of the desserts are soups, with a touch of sugar. In fact, with the exception of Indian sweets, the majority of Asian desserts are not excessively sugary.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/4041634963_e43c102a59.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 207px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2650/4041634963_e43c102a59.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4041639103_16634b8bf2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 207px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2701/4041639103_16634b8bf2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Of the Asian sweets I love, topping my list recently was the Mamak <a href="http://www.chocolatesuze.com/images/3985.jpg">Roti Tissu</a> (image by Chocolate Suze); a cone of gossamer thin pastry laced with sweetened condensed milk and margarine, that fuses on a blistering hotplate to become a crisp caramelised cone of decadence</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, up to two feet in height.<br /><br /><br />And then it was j</span><span style="font-size:100%;">oined by Roti Bom. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2486/4026592725_d042c1d918.jpg">Roti Bom</a> (pictured at the top of this post) consists of a two inch </span><span style="font-size:100%;">thick disc of roti bread, again drenched in condensed milk and margarin</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e. The sticky emulsion is poured onto the bread as it cooks, soaking into the body of the pastry and providing a glossy caramel finish. It's cake-like, it's sweet tempered with a little salt. It's slightly burnt, with crisp edges and it is a sensational finish to a meal. In short it's sexy, voluptuous and marvelous, especially when taken with a nice polystyrene cup of Teh Tarik - spiced sweet tea with more condensed milk, poured from a great height to produce foam on top.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Recently while in Singapore my dear friend Bin took us to a <a href="http://www.thelocalking.com/singapore/eat--drink/traditional-desserts.html">Traditional Chinese Dessert</a> venue in Temple Street, Chinatown. The bustling business was on the ground floor of an old <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ronaldtanhn/3889859718/">Chinese shop house</a>, furnished with camphor wood stools and tables. Outside the street was lined with cars, crowds and the clamour of day to day life in hot and humid surrounds. The laminated menu consisted of many sweet Asian delights such as Chendol, sweet almond soup, mango pudding with sago, fresh tofu and lurid displays of Ice Kachang, furnished with beans, corn, grass jelly and rose syrup poured over shaved ice.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4041633759_173a91e617.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 436px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2623/4041633759_173a91e617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />We had just had the fish head curry you read about in the last post, and so feeling pretty full, we ordered just a few things. For the man who always has room for ice cream, a tall mound of shaved ice drenched in chocolate syrup hit the spot. It looked to all intents like a massive icy turd, but it made him happy given the heat of the day, compounded by a boiling, chilli laden fish head curry.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4042396616_6d28d8c74d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 455px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2672/4042396616_6d28d8c74d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />I ordered coconut jelly - a childhood favourite - and a single pineapple pastry. These pastries are famous in Singapore and the waitress was aghast when I said I only wanted one. I had to blame it on the fish head curry and from food fatigue. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Just days before, w</span><span style="font-size:100%;">e had been eating eight times a day whilst visiting Mr Chew in Penang.<br /><br /><br />The coconut jelly is often seen on yum cha carts. It is simply coconut milk, set with agar-agar, made in trays and served</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> chilled</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. Each portion is a one inch square opaque white cube. On a hot day it's refreshing and not the slightest bit filling. It slips cool, smooth and delicious over your tongue. In particular it soothes the burning hell that your oral cavity may have become during the lethal onslaught of a cavalcade of chilli and spices. I'm also a fan of the lurid green striped lime jellies that alternate layers of coconut and lime jelly.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/4042372904_a509b28be5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 459px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/4042372904_a509b28be5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />So, on to the popular Singaporean pineapple pastry, it's made with a very short pastry common to China. The Chinese mainland not being a country particularly endowed with dairy products, traditional Chinese pastries are made with lard and hot water - unlike the Vietnamese delights, influenced by the French method of shortening pastry with butter. So the pastry around the famous Singaporean pineapple sweet is very flaky with a flavour distinctly different to butter pastry. The pineapple filling is more like an intense jam, and at two bites, it was just enough of a sweet hit for me. The same pastry is used on Chinese custard tarts and dim sum items such as cha sui soh - BBQ pork pies.<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">This same pastry was wrapped around a morsel we ate in Penang recently. Though sweet, it was a savoury dish, and not something I had eaten since I was a child, when dining with my grandfather at his usual reserved table at Luk Yu Tea House in Hong Kong.<br /><br /><br />This time, we ate this delicacy at a Chieu Chao (aka Teochew) dim sum restaurant in Georgetown, Penang, around the corner from Campbell street. The nostalgia it brought back was immense. I instantly pictured my wrinkled, bald, little Oriental grandfather in one of his many dapper three pieced, pin striped suits, laughing with his cronies at lunch.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4041847341_cd284ed5cf.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2600/4041847341_cd284ed5cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/4041848767_92d1ccd0ef.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 227px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/4041848767_92d1ccd0ef.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />The delicious item in question is something that I've never seen in Melbourne on dim sum carts. You take a rod of pork fat and wrap it with a slice of rich duck liver cooked in Cha Sui marinade and barbecued. Then add a piece of Cha Sui - lean shoulder pork cooked in the same marinade and wrap the lot in Chinese flaky pastry; eggwash, then bake until golden.<br /><br /><br />The whole effect is rich, sweet, savoury and fatty. The sweetness is formed by the BBQ marinade that is a mix of maltose and fermented sweetened bean paste. As much as I adore these beautiful little parcels of excess, I felt as though I ought to order a stent for the arteries that begin to close over while digesting items such as this. Copious amounts of Chinese tea neutralised the fatty residue in my mouth and allayed my guilt temporarily. But it's really no wonder that my Grandfather had angina related problems.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4042381840_6b72cd1605.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 430px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2765/4042381840_6b72cd1605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />At the heart of this dim sum delight is the seed of why I don't revere sweets. The Chinese dining philosophy is to mix savoury with sweet and with sour, with hot and cold in the selection of dishes served at meal time. Along with that is a fundamental need for all meals to have a mixture of textures. Hence desserts like sweet syrupy soups containing crunchy savoury snow fungus and lotus root or lotus seeds. Or Chinese doughnuts (above) that are only vaguely sweet, designed to be dipped in congee, herbal soups or braises. And then there are my favourite snacks - Asian pork jerky made from bacon that is savoury from Nam Yu - fermented red bean paste - smoky & charred from the drying process and finished with sticky, sweet maltose.<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4041666627_4623dc33d6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 445px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2523/4041666627_4623dc33d6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />The other reason that I'm not fussed by sweets is that on a few occasions I have been tested positively as a 'Supertaster' by researchers at a couple of Universities. A Supertaster is one who has more taste buds than average. So I perceive flavours more intensely than most. Some chemicals in food 'burn' my tongue. Broad beans and certain bitter foods make my tongue ache and hurt. Sweet things can seem too cloying and make my eyes water.<br /><br /><br />So, why do I favour Asian sweets over European style sweets? The secret is that they often contain a savoury element, or do not embellish a naturally sweet ingredient. So while I can cope with the occasional vanilla slice or Sacher Torte, I'd rather bring on the Roti Bom.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />Roti Bom, Roti Bom - you're my sex bomb....oooh and baby you can turn me on!</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div></div>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-494038841823315052009-09-27T20:53:00.010+10:002009-09-28T15:38:28.522+10:00Singapore: Ocean Curry Fish Head<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/3955024345_d1a1b49cfb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 487px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2520/3955024345_d1a1b49cfb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span class="txt_1"> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Fish heads, fish heads, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-family:georgia;">rolly</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:georgia;">polly</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> fish heads</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" ><span class="txt_1"> Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" ><span class="txt_1"> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Yumm</span>!</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="txt_1"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="txt_1"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" >They can't play baseball, they don't wear sweaters</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > They're not good dancers, they don't play drums</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > Fish heads, fish heads, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rolly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">polly</span> fish heads</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Yumm</span>!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Rolly</span> Polly fish heads are never seen drinking cappuccino in</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > Italian restaurants with Oriental women.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Yeeaahh</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" >Fish heads, fish heads, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rolly</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">polly</span> fish heads</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > Fish heads, fish heads, eat them up</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;" > <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Yumm</span>!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKDtUzRIG6I">The Fish Head Song </a><br /><br /></div></blockquote><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />When in Singapore</span> there are a few things that I insist on eating, without exception: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Hainan</span> Chicken Rice, Satay, either Pepper or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Chilli</span> Crab, and lastly, Fish Head Curry. Of these favourites, I have yet to find a venue in Melbourne that produces them to the high standards of Singapore.<br /><br /><br />The recipes for these Straits Chinese dishes have evolved in the kitchens of generations of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Nonya's</span> - female <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Peranakan's</span> - descendants of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Fukienese</span> from China who married local Malays. From as far back as the fifteenth century, The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Peranakan</span> made their homes in the former British colonies of Malacca, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Penang</span> and Singapore, as well as parts of Indonesia and the Isthmus of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Kra</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"></span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/3955779126_710133d882.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 439px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2663/3955779126_710133d882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Peranakan</span> came via <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Phuket</span> and brought with them a love of sour tamarind flavoured dishes, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">chilli</span> and fresh Asian herbs. All seemed inspired by the local confluence of trade, where markets were filled with an abundance of spices from India.<br /><br /><br />The Malay influence in the cooking can be found in pounded spice pastes made from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">candlenuts</span>, rhizomes and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">belanchan</span>. The Chinese love of pork, duck and seafood is also evident. Chinese pickles and sauces are widely used; tropical coconut and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">pandan</span> leaves drift into many dishes too</span>.<br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/3877177849_893b33cceb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 432px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/3877177849_893b33cceb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" ><br /><br />Along with practicing Chinese Ancestor Worship and upholding Confucian values, educated <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Peranakans</span> very much embraced Western ways. In terms of food, they took on Worcestershire sauce, ketchup, mayonnaise, breads and pastries. From this melting pot of cultures evolved a unique fusion food that I often crave.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/3877186167_6c2f5e4293.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 414px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2607/3877186167_6c2f5e4293.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />On our latest trip</span> to Singapore, we spent time with my dearest Bin, who I love as my sister. In my childhood, it was Bin's mother who cared for me in many times of family stress. And through her I was first introduced to Strait's Chinese cooking. The pull of this cooking is as strong as my link with the Hungarian food that comforted me at other times of my dysfunctional childhood.<br /><br /><br />Bin checked with her colleagues as to where to find 'The Best' Fish Head Curry in Singapore and as I expected, it was not a glamorous venue but a simple shop in Chinatown with many tables on the pavement. She cautioned us to meet her at her office by noon as the restaurants with the best reputation are full to capacity within minutes of opening for lunch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3877975374_36a4e6b1eb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 411px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3877975374_36a4e6b1eb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We strode quickly to Ocean Curry Fish Head on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Telok</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Ayer</span> Street and grabbed an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">al</span> fresco table. I gazed at the colourful old Chinese shop houses around us, while Bin went inside to the counter and ordered. Very quickly our fresh lime soda's arrived in large glass mugs and by that stage the venue was full.<br /><br /><br />Situated on a corner, the venue was open on two sides to the street, with large striped awnings sheltering customers below. We sat on red plastic stools at a round Formica topped table. A very basic set up, there were no frills when it came to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">accoutrements</span> at Ocean Curry Fish Head, its reputation alone seemed to be all that was necessary to draw crowds. Furnished with cutlery and a moist towelette in an Ocean Curry Fish Head branded pack, we were equipped and anticipating a good meal ahead.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/3877972238_1c6ec24606.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 403px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3494/3877972238_1c6ec24606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Inside, the counter, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">bain</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">marie</span> and a TV dominated the room. A queue snaked its way to the counter as the hungry lunch time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">horde</span> descended. Off to the sides, those who missed out on a table, waited like hungry seagulls, keeping eyes alert and making ready to swoop on any table where diners looked as though they might leave.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Bin ordered us stuffed squid, beans with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">XO</span> sauce and a dish of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Chilli</span> clams - a dish many avoid in Singapore in fear of contracting amoebic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">dysentery</span>, but we took our lives into our hands and indulged anyway, finding no side effects felt later. The dishes were simply prepared but delicious, a good foil texturally to the centrepiece to come. And then the curry arrived. Resplendent in a well used <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">claypot</span>, it wafted its steamy aromas seductively across the table to me.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/3877977158_472d13dfac.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 395px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2595/3877977158_472d13dfac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">On a hot humid day in Singapore, the heat put out by this heavy clay dish made the sweat flow freely. Beside us, local workers were mopping their brows and looking a little dishevelled by the exertions of plowing through both the heat and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">chilli</span> of the dish in steamy conditions. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">As I added the slurry of coconut based sauce to a mound of rice before me, the scent of fresh turmeric greeted my nostrils. A second later I felt the tickle of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">chilli</span> making my nostrils flare like an impatient racehorse.<br /><br /><br />Burying my tongue in the rice and sauce mix, I picked up ground coriander, cumin, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">fenugreek</span>, mustard seeds, wafts of ginger, garlic and tamarind, sweetened and thickened with coconut cream. I was in raptures of ecstasy - this was a dish fit for the Gods.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3877161963_957db2af10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 406px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3877161963_957db2af10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I felt sweat beading</span> on my nose as I ate. In the mix were large chunks of white fleshed fish head, and we dove in for cheeks, and I for eyes and the tongue. There were whole ladies fingers - also known as okra - slices of long slim <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">brinjal</span> - slender purple eggplant - onion and chunks of tomato. The concoction was odd texturally; soft and vaguely slimy elements offset by an intense, rich and spicy sauce. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I don't tend to eat a lot of rice, but in this instance it was the best way to enjoy the sauce. I would have been as happy with a big loaf of stale bread to soak up every last drop, but I doubt that I would have made it through, as the dish is deceptively filling. Like that expanding gap filler available in hardware stores, it seems to swell up from within.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/3877183271_93d08347d4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 395px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/3877183271_93d08347d4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">The hovering, late-coming, hungry <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">hordes</span>, desperate to snare a table had moved just feet from our seats as we launched into the dish. And as our plates began to empty, they made their presence clearly felt standing just inches from us. So mopping ourselves down with our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">complimentary</span> moist wipes, we paid up. And to the relief of the human seagulls, beat a hasty retreat around the corner to wander through hospitality-ware stores and to go to a traditional Chinese shop to eat some uniquely Singaporean Chinese desserts. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Within seconds back at Ocean Curry Fish Head, our seats had been taken and the process of enjoyment had began again, and again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-4785066067076748932009-09-19T22:50:00.031+10:002009-10-04T12:52:52.172+11:00Tasmania: The Red Velvet Lounge<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3933467801_9ca3c2d011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3428/3933467801_9ca3c2d011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />The King will walk on Tupelo!</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Tupelo-o-o! O Tupelo!</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />He carried the burden outa Tupelo!</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Tupelo-o-o! Hey Tupelo!</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You will reap just what you sow.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">You will reap just what you sow.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Tupelo</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Written by: Cave, Harvey, Adamson 1984<br /><br /></span></span></blockquote><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slowly raising my</span> sleep encrusted eyelids, I peered out across the doona. A smoky eyed youth dressed casually in torn stone washed jeans and a bared six pack stared back. His blonde frosted, spiky hair was nuzzled by a barefooted woman with a huge cork screw perm and they were draped decorously over an old Buick in a field: the ultimate ‘80s pin up couple in a black metal frame. Was I dreaming? Had I gone back in time?<o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />No. It wasn’t 1984. It was 2009 and we were in a Southern Tasmanian B&B in The Huon’s beautiful <a href="http://tourtasmania.com/content.php?id=cygnet">Cygnet</a>, fifty minutes drive south of Hobart. This is the town where my friend and chef, <a href="http://www.warm.com.au/warm-tv/meet-team/steve-cumper/">Steve Cumper</a> has settled. Back in ‘84, Steve and I were probably rocking around the same Punk scene in St.Kilda, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pogo_%28dance%29">Pogo-ing</a> on sticky carpet and watching a <a href="http://www.artistwd.com/joyzine/music/cave_nick/bad_seeds.php">baby faced Nick Cav</a><a href="http://www.artistwd.com/joyzine/music/cave_nick/bad_seeds.php">e</a> tear up the stage. <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" face="verdana"><br /></div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It was in this momentary time-warp however and later - standing in the ensuite’s marble patterned Formica time capsule of a shower cubicle – that I began to understand the mindset of the local customer who <a href="http://the-view-from-my-porch.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-restaurant-meals-have-to-be-healthy.html">criticized Steve</a> for daring to break from the formulaic pub approach to meals with his wonderful evening menu at <a href="http://www.theredvelvetlounge.com.au/">The Red Velvet Lounge</a>.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3867224914_2e872dc9d5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/3867224914_2e872dc9d5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">You see </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.theage.com.au/travel/destination/australia/tasmania/hobart-and-surrounds/cygnet/type/travel-factsheet">Cygnet</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>is vaguely reminiscent of Victoria’s <a href="http://www.visitdaylesford.com.au/Forms/Default.aspx">Daylesford</a> in 1984. Early invaders - crusty <a href="http://www.cygnetfolkfestival.org/aboutcff.htm">folk singing</a>, tea cozy wearing types - are gradually making way for a trickle of self funded retirees from the mainland settling into a tree-change, alongside a small gay community who’ve also recognized the town’s potential. But forming the core of the community are those born and raised in The Huon Valley, some perhaps frozen in another era - possibly also locked in a culinary limbo - and who I suspect may still be coming to grips with Steve’s efforts to create a contemporary menu supporting local and artisanal produce. </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">On the periphery of the community, former Chef and Sydney Morning Herald Restaurant Reviewer, <a href="http://www.sbs.com.au/food/blog/111942/Gourmet-Farmer">Matthew Evan</a>s can be found acting out a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hugh_Fearnley-Whittingstall">Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall</a> scenario whilst being trailed by a film crew around his twee sounding property, <a href="http://www.sbs.com.au/food/blogarticle/112041/Welcome-to-Puggle-Farm/">Puggle Farm</a>. In October, they will bring their footage of Cygnet to Australian TV viewers via SBS broadcasting. </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">In this picture, I imagine Steve Cumper to be Tasmania’s <a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/planning/profile-alla-wolftasker/2006/11/06/1162661617267.html">Alla Wolf Tasker</a> - of Daylesford’s The Lake House - or an early version of Gourmet Traveller ‘National Treasure’ <a href="http://deepdishdreams.blogspot.com/search?q=sunnybrae">George Biron</a><a href="http://deepdishdreams.blogspot.com/search?q=sunnybrae"> of Sunnybrae</a>, tending his own farmlet and pushing the barrow of Sustainable, Organic, Local and Ethical (<a href="http://deepdishdreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-sole-e-mio.html">SOLE</a>) food. </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Back in '84 there was no way that I could afford to eat at a venue such as Alla’s or George’s. I couldn’t even afford the standard issue <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Punkjacket.jpg">Punk studded leather motorcycle jacket</a>. Steve couldn’t afford a car stereo so apparently had a cassette player taped to the dash of his old car. </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">In the eighties people my age who chose the ‘Alternative Lifestyle’ of local, biodynamic and artisanal food were presumed to be an unwashed hippie akin to Neil in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Young_Ones_%28TV_series%29"><i>The Young Ones</i></a>, and not fit to dine in a fashionable restaurant. Now it’s all changed. Today SOLE food is becoming ‘de rigeur’ and Mr Sticky and I happily tucked into Steve’s special Friday evening meal at Red Velvet Lounge (RVL).</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/3866439785_ee7e18c20a_m.jpg"><img style="width: 180px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2605/3866439785_ee7e18c20a_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3866444441_73f7d897fd_m.jpg"><img style="width: 180px; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3866444441_73f7d897fd_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We came to RVL</span> on what became our ‘Tasmania: Closed for the Weekend’ tour of the Apple Isle. Nearly everywhere we wanted to go was shut, in spite of advertising that they’d be open. Seems that those who could, had left Tassie for a break on the mainland. They must have flown out on one of those ridiculously cheap flights that had brought us there in the first place. </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Consequently it was an unusually quiet night at RVL, with the subtle sounds of bossa nova from the stereo mingling with a few tables of polite chatter, until an aging folk music duo quietly settled on a couch in the corner of the room for guitar strumming, humming and harmonizing. There was a time where the folk music was the focus of this venue, not the food. But the balance has now changed. The diners we saw were indifferent to the music played at the front of the restaurant.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">We found the service to be good at RVL. So often it is hard to manage this in regional venues, but I suspect that Steve’s nurturing nature knits this loyal group like a family. We began service with a couple of local beers, a Moo Brew from Moorilla and a ‘Cleansing Ale’ sighted on a chalkboard while considering the menu.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Although by day the Red Velvet Lounge is a small town café selling delicious <a href="http://www.bestrestaurants.com.au/restaurants/TAS-Hobart-theredvelvetlounge.aspx">wholesome daytime meals</a>, suitable to vegan, vegetarian and omnivore alike, Friday and Saturday nights’ menu allows Steve to show off his prowess. Simple rustic sounding dishes - that won’t scare the natives - abound. But when you taste the food you realize that under the surface is a complex and imaginative array of meals that other chefs might be tempted to describe in four flowery lines of text. I love the restraint of description here. It allows you to discover the depths of Steve’s creativity orally with no major preconceptions to hinder the process.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Surveying the menu</span> I wanted all the entrees on offer; we sampled three between us. I could not fault any of them. All wore a simple mantle that disguised the technical degree of difficulty combined with imagination that an experienced, meticulous chef can seemingly effortlessly pull off.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3934248486_f20d8af1d0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3429/3934248486_f20d8af1d0.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:verdana;" ><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />Between us we shared a rabbit pie floater with mushy peas and roasted parsnip which could have passed as a meal in-itself, as Steve doesn’t like to skimp on portions. There was no corner cutting here, a properly formed pie with lid sat picture perfect in the centre of the dish. Steve’s sour cream pastry was the perfect foil to the unctuous filling, offset beautifully by fluffy mushy peas and the sweetness of a roasted parsnip.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">When it came time to swap plates, my nose was greeted by the wonderful aromas of the grilled Rannoch Farm quail. I lingered, inhaling it and then the saliva swarmed my palate until I just had to taste it. This was not a dish I anticipated in a regional restaurant but it was everything you would wish for – a fine mélange of fresh local flavours: delicate moist flesh with artichokes, punctuated with the tang and firmness of olives, then vine leaves and finally the verjuice, which made me think of Steve’s days with Maggie Beer in the Barossa.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3866477203_ab51cdeb73.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3451/3866477203_ab51cdeb73.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Thirdly, we shared the duck neck sausage which was a thick, coarse, almost terrine like item, sliced and served with a wee jar of smooth, rich pâté, celeriac remoulade and some cornichons. The lot sat on a thin, long wooden board which was also graced by thick char-grilled slices of Steve’s famous bread, baked in the Restaurant’s original Scotch oven.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />The pâté had Mr Sticky hooked, so silky and flavorsome was it. Perfectly rustic & slightly gamey, the total combination of textures and deep flavours in this entrée made it subtly sophisticated, and yet had me imagining that it would have been the ideal picnic dish for sitting by the water, watching the pod of whales that had recently graced the locals with a sighting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">When the main courses arrived, I was feeling nearly full already. But we forged on. Before me sat an impressive thick cut, crumbed pork Cotoletta upon a mound of velvety parmesan enriched mashed potato. Greed took over. Slicing in, it was perfectly moist and satisfied my wicked desire for crunchy, crumbed and fried meat. Baby rocket rounded out the vegetable content and a wicked dish of aioli flecked with local truffles sat alongside, enriching the palate further. </span></p><br /><br /><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">It crossed my tongue with a sigh of satisfaction. Whilst the execution was technically perfect, what made this special was that the integrity of the high quality produce was not compromised or gussied up as to become pretentious. It was a homely Mittle European style dish and for those who might be wary of modern ways, did not make a song-and-dance about the skill required to produce and prepare it.</span></p><br /><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/3866485281_e022ceaf35.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/3866485281_e022ceaf35.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;">The slow roasted leg of lamb rendered Mr Sticky speechless with admiration. Slow cooked for five hours, then pressed and finished again in the oven, it was a melt in the mouth, rib-sticking piece of deliciousness. The seasoning added richness. The lamb lost none of the honesty of its flavor in the process and did not have the cloying fattiness that some lamb dishes suffer. With the Cassoulet like braise of Cannelini beans, spinach and another side - this time of anchovy mayonnaise - it was a hearty dish that I could see my beloved was almost loathe to part with as we swapped plates. In my opinion it was an exemplary dish, the likes of which one might have presumed ought to have earned RVL a place in the 09 Gourmet Traveller Food Guide had they tried it.</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />I was thankful that the restaurant was quiet that night, as it allowed Steve the chance to come out and chat. At this point, chatting excitedly - albeit with food still left on our plates - I was already in a food coma. Mr Sticki however was tempted to order dessert. His choice was the chocolate mousse with peppermint praline. He may have felt full, but this slipped down quickly, lubricated with cream.<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">I took one mouthful and it was a trip to chocolate heaven, smooth and rich, offset by the crunch of the crumbled sugary mint candy. It was elegant and unbound by gimicry. My coffee sufficed to end my meal. Enlivened by good conversation and a fine repast, I was thoroughly sated</span>.<br /></span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3456/3933477375_ca66e0a5aa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3456/3933477375_ca66e0a5aa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the things I admire</span> and respect in Steve is his optimistic and humble nature. He keeps his head down and charts his own course without hype or braggadocio. Early in his career he worked at Melbourne’s famous Tsindos Bistrot, under Ray Tsindos, son of iconic Chef George Tsindos, the man who for 40 years brought <a href="http://www.grossi.com.au/grossi/history.aspx">Florentino’s</a> high repute. <o:p></o:p></span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" >Later Steve joined Maggie Beer’s Pheasant Farm Restaurant in The Barossa Valley, at that time regarded as Australia’s equivalent to <a href="http://www.chezpanisse.com/about/alice-waters/">Alice Waters</a>. Other highlights include launching <a href="http://www.soulmama.com.au/">Soul Mama</a> with <a href="http://www.aroundmelbourne.com.au/content/view/47/306/">Paul Mathis</a>, raising the reputations of the <a href="http://www.linkedin.com/companies/zampelis-group">Zampelis Restaurant Group</a> and later winning Vogue Entertaining’s Award for use of local produce at Tasmania’s <a href="http://www.peppermintbay.com.au/">Peppermint Bay</a> Restaurant. Not that he’ll wave any of that in your face. Steve is a thinker, an artisan, a talented chef and family man with his feet planted firmly in the ground while he dreams up beautiful recipes.</span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" >Similarly the venue is humble. Like a big warm hug from Nana, the venue allows you to rest in the comfort of its vaguely retro bosom. A former double fronted General store, the café-cum-restaurant features a counter and display cases showcasing Steve’s breads, jams and preserves. An open kitchen is disguised at night by an enormous floor to ceiling red curtain. There is a wood combustion stove, leather couches and heavy tables and chairs. It walks a dignified line between a busy casual breakfast and lunch café for most of the week, and an approachable rustic restaurant on Friday and Saturday evenings that doesn’t intimidate the old school locals.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3934244398_f09df956aa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 375px; display: block; height: 500px; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3534/3934244398_f09df956aa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" >Evidently Steve’s taken the softly-softly approach here, evolving the venue’s approach gradually from Crusty-Wholefood café to City style dining. So it was no surprise when Cygnet locals told us “they went spare” when RVL closed for renovations, feeling bereft without Steve’s handmade bread, asking if he could continue to service them in spite of the closure. Also the Tree-changers declaring that RVL had “The best coffee for miles” who suffered in silence before they could again enjoy their ritual caffeine hit. </span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" >After enjoying both, I can totally understand their loyalty and why the people of Hobart and beyond will drive out of their way to eat Steve’s food. For at the heart of this place is a quiet, determined passion within a spirited thinker who cares not a jot for fashion, but for what is intrinsically good in the world. If you’re visiting Hobart, I highly recommend that you book a table there one night and see for yourself....and tell him Sticky sent you.</span></p><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.theredvelvetlounge.com.au/"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Red Velvet Lounge</span></span></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">24 Mary Street, Cygnet, Tasmania</span>,<span style="font-style: italic;"> Australia</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">03 6295 0466</span><br /><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10px;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"></div><p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:10px;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-73282706866350838692009-09-03T15:04:00.024+10:002009-09-12T22:12:10.168+10:00The Rose Hotel<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3883055159_e7c79a87e7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 471px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3518/3883055159_e7c79a87e7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><span class="body" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the</span> most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose</span> garden <span class="body" style="font-family:georgia;">over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.</span> <span class="bodybold" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bodybold" style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/d/dalecarneg106496.html">Dale Carnegie</a> </span><br /></div><br /></blockquote><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Once in a while I hook up with old friends - and a couple of new ones - from the advertising industry to chew the fat over a lunchtime cheap eat. I love the comfort of the outing, exchanging news, experiences and ideas. I get excited and chat my head off. The Banff in St.Kilda has been a popular venue for this gathering, but it is always heaving and not a particularly comfortable venue for a medium sized group, so we adjourned today to The Rose in Port Melbourne, which is now run by the previous owners of Banff.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The Rose has been through many incarnations in the twenty odd years that I have been an irregular patron. In the eighties it was a trendy, yuppie pub, popular with the Marketing crowd, then it became a party pub, eventually a retro party pub - playing music from the yuppie era when eighties parties came into vogue - and then for a time a serious wine pub. For the last few years it has been a Gourmet Traveller and Good Food Guide vaunted Greek restaurant and bar, surviving two different ownerships. And then Port Melbourne changed.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The restaurant got increasingly quiet and even enticements to the Greek community such as live basouki music failed to draw them in. A nearby Greek Restaurant that had also once drawn big crowds at a sister venue in Swan Street, Richmond also felt the pinch and moved their focus to a generic European offering, serving cheese degustations, breakfast, coffees and a deli selling pre-made take-home meals. </span><br /><br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3883813948_078f412820.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 450px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3883813948_078f412820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The elderly Greek community began to die out and their children took advantage of sky-rocketing property prices to sell the down at the heel Port Melbourne family homes that had nurtured them since geting off the boat at Station Pier. I suppose many built Mc Mansions in Oakleigh, and with the move, the local demand for Greek Food was ably sated by Old Man <a href="http://stavrostavern.com.au/">Stavros' plate smashing institution in Albert Park</a>. The Rose was regularly empty and eventually sold. The owners moved to South Melbourne to sell pizzas.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The first I heard of the new regime at the venue came in the form of a flyer - from Rose Bar Pizza - also touting Gourmet pizza albeit with a cleanskin bottle shop. "Not another pizza venue?" I said to Mr Sticky, "We already have eleven pizza joints within walking distance of home. How will they survive?" </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But we were sufficiently enticed to try it, being at the end of our street, and because I wanted try Italian Sausage pizza with caramelised onions; Roast pumpkin, Gorgonzola, rocket & pine nut pizza, along with Prawn, chilli, saganaki, lemon & rocket pizza. We did not regret it.<br /><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3883813124_a093c52ce4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 402px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2492/3883813124_a093c52ce4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Essentially the menu here is the same as Banff's because the former Chef is now at the Port Melbourne venue. Since her departure, I've noticed that the food in St.Kilda is less reliable and so our moving our group's lunch to Port Melbourne was a sound one. As one of my locals, their offer of a selection of 10 excellent gourmet pizzas at $5.50 for lunch Monday to Friday, and on Monday & Tuesday nights is hard to go past. And I love that this is further proof that you can get gourmet grub that beats Maccas for value.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">At Rose Bar Pizza, as it is now known, the pizzas are midsized and thin based with a generous serve of quality toppings. There's no bulk bags of commercially grated cheese or ham of dubious origins here. Each pizza is flavoursome, with the right amount of crunch and chewiness. I can also recommend their salads, the potato, saganaki and rosemary pizza; Chorizo, artichokes, cherry tomato and olive pizza; Moroccan Lamb with mint yoghurt and za'atar pizza and the velvety Macaroni Cheese which arrives in a miniature paella pan. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/3883019651_7ac16ee983.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 462px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2554/3883019651_7ac16ee983.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As a chick, I never seem to be able to finish the pizza on my own so although tempted, I have yet to try the chocolate, cherry & ice cream pizza or the apple crumble & custard version. Given that they have happy hour from 3-6pm every day, I may just have to slide down there for 'afternoon tea'.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like Banff, they also serve the delicious frothies made by Bearings Brewery in Geelong at $2.50 a pot. So today, at lunch the boys enjoyed a meal for $10.50 including a couple of beers. A couple of them tried the tasting tray at the bar to sample which cleanskin they fancied quaffing, and a good time was had by all in this large, modern yet comfortable room, with it's long marble topped communal space and walls festooned with art and customised pizza boxes decorated by regulars.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/3883023687_e1f9571604.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 462px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2654/3883023687_e1f9571604.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Time slipped away quickly in such convivial surrounds. I left clutching a box of my leftover pizza and a takeaway so that my beloved did not miss out. As I walked home to work again overlooking my garden, I counted my blessings: a beautiful Spring day, great friends and simply prepared quality food that didn't break the bank. Life is truly good.</span><br /><br /></span><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3883817886_b99f0cd42e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3883817886_b99f0cd42e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" >Rose Bar Pizza</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">309 Bay Street, Port Melbourne,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Victoria, Australia</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"> ph. 9646 3580</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">Mon-Fri Noon until late, Saturday 5pm until late</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/71/761636/restaurant/Melbourne/Rose-Port-Melbourne"><img alt="Rose on Urbanspoon" src="http://www.urbanspoon.com/b/link/761636/minilink.gif" style="border:none;width:130px;height:36px" /></a>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-37633134981608969732009-08-28T13:20:00.002+10:002009-08-28T13:33:37.980+10:00Toh Soon Café: Roti Bakar<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3861594674_1726e2c141.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 403px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3582/3861594674_1726e2c141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">We were sitting upon low plastic stools at a folding tin topped table, its surface scarred by regular usage. We were in Malaysia. The venue was a narrow laneway, off Campbell Street in Georgetown, Penang. A tarpaulin was stretched overhead, spanning the lane and at the back a makeshift kitchen leant against one wall. The </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">fast paced operation</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"> was manned by five people, each allocated their own tasks, two of them servicing two rows of tables.
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<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">This is Toh Soon Café. Open from early morning until late afternoon this quaint cobbled together venue is significant in that it’s the last remaining charcoal toasted Roti Bakar venue in Penang.
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<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">Roti Bakar is simple: two lightly toasted pieces of extra thick, sweet white bread, sandwiching lashings of butter and Kaya – coconut and egg jam. It comes with two barely boiled eggs which are broken into a cup. A little soy sauce is swirled into the runny eggs and the sweet toasted sandwich is then dipped into the slurry before being raised to your mouth. </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">In the face of modernisation and electric toasters, this particular stall still toasts the bread over hot coals through a window in a converted ten gallon drum. On our visit a young Indian man hunkered low beside the rustic contraption, toasting two sandwiches at a time, while above the coals the drum contained a chamber for heating the water, blanching the eggs and above that a providing a hotplate for the coffee pot. Simply ingenious - if a little uncomfortable for the staff member on toast duty.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">
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<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">As they say, necessity is the mother of invention, and in this case, it’s also the reason why locals flock here in large numbers when many others also serve Roti Bakar. Because, let’s face it, the turnover is high, the ingredients fresh and tasty, and of course there is the added advantage of eating smoky wood charred toast from a quirky contraption. And given the choice why wouldn’t you?</span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:100%;">
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In the Early Period</span> of television broadcasting, the landscape was rapidly populated with locally produced homemaking shows hosted by prim home economists and righteous nutritionists.<br />
These shows exhibited traits inherited practically wholesale from their radio progenitors. In the Modern Period, however, reproduction has become a central concept of television programming.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://flowtv.org/?p=1316"><span style="font-weight: normal;">TV Cooking Shows: The Evolution of a Genre, by Kathleen Collins </span></a></span><br />
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Marketers see Food Bloggers </span>as the gate keepers to the food world online and therefore target people like myself. Such is the nature of food blogging. Marketing and PR folk don't really understand blogging and think we operate like journalists, willing to paste their press releases into our templates and hitting publish at the whim of their lascivious appr</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">o</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">ach.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Most recently I find I am becoming the target of casting agencies struggling to locate the required people for their cattle call of TV auditions. And what do I get out of it in return for publicising their auditions? Nada. They get paid, but I don't. Hello, isn't there something wrong with this picture?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Having worked in Marketing and Advertising for over twenty years, I keep abreast of media trends and am fortunate to have insight into the industry. As a consequence I have not regurgitated any of these casting calls here. But for the average food blogger it's different, a casting call may - in the backs of their minds - be construed to be the opportunity to the career in the food media they've always dreamt of. In the main it will not be. More likely it will be a humiliating experience, because cooking shows that use amateurs are all about a free ride for the TV station and production company at the expense of the passionate amateur gastronome.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Think of a traditional, well produced TV show as a banquet.</span> In order to elaborately feed the hunger of many with enticing morsels, thousands of dollars are required, along with a brigade of highly strung creative professionals who take a great deal of time to prepare an offering which is downed in mere moments. After it is served, there is no guarantee of a good review or repeat custom.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">The fortunes of any free to air network TV show is determined by Advertising. Production companies dream up TV shows in the hope that they will be purchased by a TV network who - hoping to draw big marketing dollars - in turn shop the idea to media companies and advertising agencies. The idea is to use these gatekeepers to lure multi national company marketing people to spend millions advertising during the airing of the show. Ad dollars then cover cost of producing and purchasing the show with the aim of everyone making a profit. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Advertisers hope that the viewers will be enticed in turn to buy the items advertised. The more popular the show, the higher the ratings, and the better the exposure for the advertisers, who aim for a sales spike and to build brand loyalty - preferably the 'cradle to grave' variety, which influences children and in turn their parents to buy those particular brands for life.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Compared to sit-coms, soap operas, tele-movies, mini-series, comedy and dramas, reality shows are cheap TV shows to make. They are the snack food of TV: highly processed, full of undesirable ingredients and are unhealthy in the grand scheme of not being a source of income for professional actors and media personalities in our small film and television market.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">The sets used in reality shows are cheap, the lighting rigs simple and the cast is generally made up mostly of non professionals who, provide their own wardrobe and cost considerably less than actors and performers to hire. And because people leave the room or channel surf during ad breaks, advertisers will also pay for product placement of their goods during the filming of the show, again reducing the cost of the production for the makers. Instead of offering you an adventurously creative meal to dwell on and ruminate over, reality shows are equivalent to the cheap thrill of junk food when a Stoner gets 'the munchies'.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last year, when it was clear that</span> </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Big Brother</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;"> had out stayed its welcome globally on prime time TV, Australia's Channel 10 was hungry to continue reaping the rewards of cheap reality shows filled with free products supplied by advertisers. They followed up with a syndicated version of the USA's </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Biggest Loser</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">. But although it rated well, this show did not meet the heights of Big Brother in the ratings. It also had a limited scope in terms of which companies would advertise alongside a dieting show. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Then late last year I received an email from a production company asking if I would consider auditioning for a new food show, or at the very least, could I spread the word amongst cooking enthusiasts that auditions were being held? </span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">I declined on both accounts. The show was Australia's syndicated version of </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Masterchef</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">. It was a concept ripe for heavy product placement of kitchen equipment and packaged food goods, using non actors for entertainment.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">When I made background enquiries about Australian </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">MasterChef</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;"> I discovered that this was not going to take the form of the UK </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">MasterChef</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">, as aired on the Lifestyle Channel, where talented cooks who were looking for a career as a chef were discovered. Instead it was to be a sensationalised reality show hybrid, taking elements of the original and mixing in all the tricks of previous reality shows that played people's natures against each other, distorted personalities with clever editing and generally reduced the contestants to awkward and cliched caricatures. If you will, it was to be a combo cooking show meets </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Survivor, Big Brother, Idol</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;"> and </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Dancing with the Stars</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Being a talented non professional cook was not going to be the primary thrust of the casting of contestants. Typically in this medium, it was key in auditions to locate personalities that could be moulded to create popular entertainment and potentially be marketable in the broader sense of advertising and merchandise opportunities. There would be the scope to guage popular sentiment from the viewership via Social Marketing in order to adjust the show in order to engage the viewers as the series stretched out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Being in the business of spin myself, I struggle to watch reality shows. For me it's like knowing the ending of a book before I read it. I know exactly what will happen. But worse is the notion that naive individuals will be manipulated and humiliated for an audience braying for blood in the most base form of human nature, for the purposes of entertainment and primarily so that the TV network and production company turn big fat profit. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Reality shows are reliant on drama. If there is no naturally occurring dramatics, they must generate it. They do this by magnifying small things that appear irrelevant in the day to day of the contestants performance, they do it by inserting expressions and sound bites out of context to create 'issues on set'. They do it by repeating these scenes after each ad break. To my chagrin, this is undertaken at the cost of the dignity of contestants aiming for a chance to change their fortunes.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Aussie </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">MasterChef</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">'s final episode recorded an average national audience of 3.745 million, making it the most watched non-sport TV show, beating out Australian Idol in 2004 which held the previous record of 3.3million viewers. Capitalising on this success in the near future will be the celebrity version of the show and a childrens version is up for discussion.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">The advertisers involved are ecstatic to say the least, and naturally the other networks are scrambling for their piece of the action. Before the MasterChef series had finished airing, I was sent a casting call for Channel 9's</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"> The Coles Great Aussie Cook Off</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">, a show that "aims to find Australia's greatest family of cooks". The idea would appear to be a spin off of a </span><a href="http://www.zanni.com.au/AboutUs/CaseStudies/ColesCookOffChallenge.aspx" style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Coles instore promotion</a><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;"> which was a “real-time shop & cook competition”. Not a supporter of the big two supermarkets, I again declined to promote the show.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Channel 7 is not to be left out, a couple of weeks later they too contacted me for their show <span style="font-style: italic;">My Kitchen Rules</span> which is not a follow up to <span style="font-style: italic;">My Restaurant Rules </span>but a challenge between teams of two home cooks, filmed cooking in their own kitchens. They are required to transform their homes into a restaurant "for one pressure filled night" - heaven help us! How cheap is that? And thus far no indication of a prize for any contestants.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">And finally, the last horse to bolt over my line is the LifeStyle Food Channels' </span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;">Come Dine With Me</span><span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">. This is syndicated from the UK's Granada production and is also produced in Germany, France, Hungary, Spain, Croatia, Greece, Turkey, The Netherlands, Sweden and Norway. Twenty half hour episodes are planned to air early next year, with hopes that it will be as big a success as its tedious UK counterpart, which has run to nine series.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">If you haven't seen it, this one takes five average folk who feel that they are good dinner party cooks and hosts. Again they cook in their home kitchens, taking it in turns to host a dinner party for the other contestants, who then grade them on their performance. Expect to hear petty comments, general nastiness, personality clashes, whilst witnessing teary melt-downs and amateur dramatics along with tasteless decor and general humiliations, in this even cheaper production. In England contestants vie for a thousand pound prize, but as this show has not announced any sponsors, a prize is yet to be determined.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #003333; font-family: verdana;">Watching the networks scramble into this genre is fascinating to watch. The success of their productions will be weighted heavily on their timing and execution. My advice is if you plan to dip your toe into the action, be wary and go in with a sense of humour. Expect nothing and you may be pleasantly surprised. But most of all be prepared to be manipulated cheaply for entertainment purposes.</span><br />
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<h1></h1>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-74218905535004315142009-08-21T15:00:00.006+10:002009-08-24T23:17:07.909+10:00From Ratatouille to Meatballs<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPH0ct2oXBg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPH0ct2oXBg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><p style="font-family: georgia;"></p><blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><p style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The tiny town</span> of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast lunch and dinner.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">But it never rained rain and it never snowed snow and it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed things like mashed potatoes. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse. The food got larger and larger and so did the portions. Chewandswallow was plagued by damaging floods and storms of huge food. the town was a mess and the people feared for their lives.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;">Something had to be done, and in a hurry.</p></blockquote><p style="font-family: georgia;"></p><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Get ready for the hype machine! Soon to be released in the USA is the animated movie </span><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://www.cloudywithachanceofmeatballs.com/">'Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs'</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >. Based on a children's book written by author </span><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judi_Barrett" title="Judi Barrett">Judi Barrett</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" > and illustrated by </span><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Barrett" title="Ron Barrett">Ron Barrett</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" > it's about a town where it rains food at meal times and features James Caan and Mr T along with the stars </span><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Hader" title="Bill Hader">Bill Hader</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" > and </span><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Faris" title="Anna Faris">Anna Faris</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >In the making since August 2006, Aussies will have to wait until November 26 before they can see it. Meanwhile it will debut in US cinemas on September 18, and Sony has slated it's release to video games for XBox 360, PSP, Playstation 3, Wii and Nintendo DS on September 9. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Co-directors Philip Lord and Chris Miller say that it will be an homage to and parody of disaster movies such as </span><i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twister_%281996_film%29" title="Twister (1996 film)">Twister</a></i><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >, </span><i style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armageddon_%281998_film%29" title="Armageddon (1998 film)">Armageddon</a></i><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;" >, but I wonder, will the foodie theme be enough to make it as popular with audiences as Ratatouille was?</span>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700505313257578551.post-1244485363643473792009-07-29T02:17:00.005+10:002009-07-29T02:43:11.892+10:00WTF? Spotted in Asia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/3766238006_8f3b008d6e_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 472px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/3766238006_8f3b008d6e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3765401321_4f133abeb5_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 476px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3765401321_4f133abeb5_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">New Zealand Cheddar and White Chocolate Doughnut<br />sounds odd but a good tasting combo on a light, fluffy doughnut<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3765446219_7124d96c20_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 318px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/3765446219_7124d96c20_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Happy toast and doughnut <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">keyrings</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/3766193684_efa7698c28_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 466px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2649/3766193684_efa7698c28_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Firecracker lobster crisps: A curious flavour but great with a beer<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Another food journey has just ended, we called this one the Hawker Nose Bag Holiday. My cholesterol must be through the roof and I've got fat in spite of wandering until foot sore in hot and extremely humid conditions.<br /><br />We sampled so many hawker morsels that by the end of the trip I felt <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nauseous</span> from all the lard, ghee, coconut cream, condensed milk, sugar and refined flours, we consumed. But it was a trip of a lifetime as the business of hawker food in South East Asia lessens in popularity and younger generations go to university in order to move beyond family food stalls into professional lives. Stay tuned for some delicious tales from the Hawker Nose Bag Holiday.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><br /></div>stickyfingershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14861830835308131738noreply@blogger.com8