Just to let you all know, my blog is under construction :) hopefully by next week there will be a shiny new, updated and exciting blog for you all to read!! Lots of new stuff, lots of laughs, and hopefully a properly regular blog for 2012!

I love cooking for someone’s birthday; preparing their favourite meal with their favourite wine or drink, and a delicious something sweet to end... The thought and care that goes into it is my display of love and happiness to celebrate that person’s special day. But, and this is a big but, I am a perfectionist- and everything must go according to my plan.Read more...

Whether it’s end of the weekend blues, Monday procrastination, or sheer curiosity that got you to read this, I'm glad you are- because it’s around that time that January gets a little shook up. I think it’s safe to say that by this stage of the month, we’re all either repeatedly hung over, giving up on resolutions, in a new year funk, or majorly depressed about going back to work. The new year glimmer starts wearing off, or at least the complete optimism of it...

Master Chef Australia will be the death of me... that damn show plays on my biggest weakness: perfectionism. I thought making a delicious risotto was good enough, but then they would create these 20 component risottos that set alight spontaneoulsy and the ashes turn into dessert or something. It gave me a serious inferiority complex. AND on top of that, they came out with Junior Master Chef, so then I had to endure 9 year olds creating dishes I couldn't even pronounce. It was all just too...

December is a funny time. It’s supposed to be about wonderful frothy feelings of festivity and carefree bliss, and there are a million advertisements, movies, celebrities, tv jingles and first-on-the-shelf-November-Woolies gammon to remind you about how you’re supposed to feel- problem is, not many people feel that way around December anymore. By the time the last month of the year arrives you’re either over-worked, broke, stressed, emotional, stressed, broke, unorganised or broke. And...

To my lovely boyfriendWhen I asked you what kind of cake you wanted for your birthday, you very wisely said that there's no point making a cake that would be miles away and you wouldn't be able to taste it, and that it would make more sense to make something for people who could actually eat it.I didn't forget, though you probably did, that I promised I would make something to feed those who really need it. I know you said I should probably make sandwiches or something instead, but...