I have been coming to the town of Ipoh for almost 20 years now and yet it still remains an enigma to me, and I suspect many who visit. Like the many thousands on this annual migration, we are here for Chinese New Year to visit relatives, my wife’s relatives who are here in great numbers. Read More >
What a week! There are times when occupational hazard takes one to the absolute extremes of gastronomic limits. Nothwithstanding my considerable capacity – in all respects of consumption and girth – last week was testing the boundaries. Read More >
Papaya Flower – Manadonese Cuisine Provincial Indonesian Food by Petty P Elliot
Having recently met Indonesian food writer, Petty P Elliot, my curiosity in Indonesian cuisine and culture has been reawakened, moreover enlightened and fascinated with her book, ‘Papaya Flower, Manadonese cuisine Provincial Indonesian food’, inciting a compulsion to discover more on this (undiscovered) cuisine. Read More >
I have been wanting to dine at Rick Stein’s ‘The Seafood Restaurant’ in Padstow, Cornwall for years and having finally satisfied this longstanding curiosity, I have been vacillating on this review for months now, having certain reservations when it comes to appraising those who are exceedingly successful and cooking celebrities enjoying immense commercial success.
With Christmas only weeks away now, it’s that time where indecisions on present buying start turning into panic, particularly for friends and relatives abroad and you know you have to get that parcel off in the post pronto. Read More >
Domiciled for Christmas festivities, no sooner had the turkey digested The Wandering Palate was in peripatetic mode, Melbourne bound and yearning for a food fix.
Alas, we forgot about the great Australian shutdown with practically every decent restaurant in Melbourne closed for an extended holiday over Christmas and New Year. Read More >
I’m not sure if it was broccoli or brussel sprouts that I hated more as a kid. Boiled to the point of going grey, as was the cooking technique of the day, all I can recall was a nauseating taste and practically gagging as my parents forced me to “Eat my greens”. Read More >