food and drink
I think I’ve found my new favourite food blog.
It’s called “i am a food blog” and it’s the new pet project of Stephanie Le, a photographer who previously blogged at momofukufor2.
It embodies everything I like about food blogs that are primarily recipe based. A little bit of backstory behind each recipe, personalised graphics, slick clean design, and recipes that don’t seem so difficult.
Go here for one of my favourite posts, about Vietnamese spring rolls.
I heard from a friend that Masterchef has entered it’s 4th season, and, not having a TV handy I streamed the first episode on Sunday night.
I think part of the reason Masterchef has been so popular is because of the stories. Every cook in the competition is asked why they entered, what background they come from and what they hope to do if they win. We hear about the struggles they faced to get in to the competition, we follow them on their journey, and we share with them in their pains and joy through our screens.
One story that really stuck out to me was not covered very much in the show at all.
Yukio was an Asian guy who we only got to see in the judging area, and all we saw was his reaction to the questions posed by the judges. They asked him why he entered, and he started crying and talking about how he could memorise recipes, but what he really needed was guidance and training and mentorship (probably not in those exact words) in order to get better at what he was doing. He was sobbing so much when they awarded him the apron that signified his worth, and didn’t stop thanking them as he left.
“I’ve never seen anyone want it, as much as that person.”
If he can be so passionate about cooking, and need so much more than memorising recipes, how much more can I be passionate about knowing Jesus instead of just memorising and philosophising about Scripture? In the game of life, how much more do I need training from a real coach, through a real relationship – not just theory?
And on that note, GO YUKIO
There’s this coffee place called Esprezzo in Noranda Palms.
I’m not sure how happy they’ll be about this, but…
The location is pretty average (it’s in the middle of a local shopping centre. A smallish shopping centre with Coles, Woolworths and Best and Less, and a post office (along with a bakery, fruit and veg and butcher)…
The clientele is mostly geriatric. Not a jibe, but just a statement of fact.
The name… I’m really not a big fan of the use of the letter z. Feels “trendy”, in the way that people try and use the word “trendy” to mean cool.
But the coffee. Sensational. I don’t know how they do it, what their blend contains, or really anything about the coffee except for the fact that it’s good.
Really good.
I elevated it to best coffee of my life before I went to “Bench” in the city (which is now best coffee).
If you ever have a reason to be in Noranda Palms, definitely make the time to grab a coffee from here. It’s around the back of the shopping centre, but the staff are friendly and the coffee, is just so flavourful without being overbearing.
Shame about the location, clientele and name.
life is more than food, and the body more than clothing.
the fashionista / foodie culture is becoming more and more prevalent, and as someone with an interest in both, it is a slippery slope to be on.
For in him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things have been created through him and for him. (Colossians 1:16)
let’s never forget this.
