Despite my plantive emails, texts, psychic messages, no recipe was forth coming this week from the extremely busy half of the Dinner Girls. I really thought the psychic messages would get through. Maybe Lyndal has tuned out the whine wavelength?* (more…)

While that could in fact be an imitation of me eating, this time it’s a reflection of what I’m eating: turkey mince, to be exact. (more…)