A couple of weeks ago I went to the markets with friend Mellie, half of Tummyrumbles. We spied “tamed nettles” lovingly picked off their stems and bagged for us by one of the stall holder’s sons as his “pin money” job. I quietly suggested that nettle gnocchi may have to be in order to Mellie. […]
In Melbourne, a city full of food and obsessed by coffee, I cook, I eat, I share the good news and the bad.