“Don’t be angry,” he repeatedly tells me. I think he thought I was upset by his orders. He continually pleads. He walks ahead, stops, waits for me. He tells me again. “No angry. Little things in life, they make big difference.”
Category: Blog posts
Peter Gordon’s Turkish eggs
Breakfast is the one meal that seems to divide people. It seems these days, increasingly, people just don’t seem to … More
A word about sausages.
Not bone broth, Meatstock
I met Big Moe Cason last week. He was cool. He was big. Not as big as I’d imagined though. … More
My first steak since last year.
Four weeks of steadfast and dedicated plant-eating came to an end today – it wasn’t exactly what I dreamed of. … More
It’s the vegan life for me!
“Fuck!”, my heart hit the floor. I believed I’d failed, just approaching the final week of veganism. I was chatting to a vegan … More
A meat-eating vegan
I’m a meat-eating, sausage-making, blood-loving, porcine-fiend. I love the taste of salty, blistered pig skin fresh from the oven; I adore the … More
A knife-maker’s many layers
It’s been said that a Damascus steel blade can slice through the barrel of a rifle. While this may be … More
Yarning with: Hippopotamus’s Laurent Loudeac
Hippopotamus has long been one of Wellington’s best fine-dining restaurants, and that’s largely thanks to the man in charge of the kitchen. Combining his … More
The Larder: suburban legends behind one of Wellington’s successful restaurants
Unassuming and understated, The Larder deliberately avoids the pomp of many inner-city restaurants. Frills and fuss aren’t needed when everything else is done so perfectly.