Milo in Barcelona. Yay globalisation!

1. I can chop firewood. Just.

I have horrible visions of television dramas set around the Tudor period featuring novice executioners and the several swipes it took to remove a stubborn head. At least I only have wood to contend with. It took a few attempts, near misses and words of, ‘You need to shuffle back and move your feet away’ then success. If I had a photo of the piece, then I would have posted it up but it went straight into the fire. New Zealanders, I am told, do not like to stand on ceremony (and it’s freaking cold)

2. The Tim Tam Slam

Sweet antipodean mercy, why after 26 years, did I have absolutely no idea such a marvel existed? It’s the stop-gap between something warm and comforting, and child-like pleasure of trying to drop a water bomb on your uncle’s head.  You can’t tell, but I’m eyeing my Aussie and Kiwi friends with suspicion for holding out on me.

I fear that I’m going to get pressure of speech in explaining what exactly this is, but simply put: take a Tim Tam (biscuit like a UK Penguin bar, but better) bite the corner off opposite ends. Dunk it into a chocolate drink (Milo is the mix of choice here) and suck. When you can feel the liquid on your tongue, *very quickly* take the biscuit and put it in your mouth. There you will experience chocolate nirvana. The hot liquid gets sucked right into the biscuit and makes for a melting, warm, comforting sugar rush. I’m almost too scared to articulate how I feel about it in case it takes away the sacred fun element from the experience.

3. Kumara dip

Think hummus, but with sweet potato (Kiwi’s say kumara), cumin and pumpkin seeds thrown into the mix. It is awesome. O for awesome! I would have put up a picture of the tub, but I erm… ate it all. In my defence, I consumed it over a period of 3 days. Good with seeded bread and raw vegetables.


The ratio of activity vs food consumption is quite telling. Perhaps I should get out more


The lucky terrapin is coming too

I can travel light, I backpacked for 3 months through several climates with 9kg on my back, so I’m generally quite confident in knowing what’s sensible to take and what I have to leave behind. My cookbooks fall into the latter group, and I feel a small pang of longing for the large pile I have accumulated over the years. I don’t want them gathering dust on the bookshelf, so friends are adopting them and good things will happen.

I am taking one book with me: Leith’s cookery bible as it’s the most useful and least gimmicky. It’s also ridiculously heavy and is going through in my hand baggage.

Confirmation bias of ‘what an awesome place I’m moving to’ aside, I have won a cookbook with Kiwi-compiled recipes, so I consider this a good omen! I’m so excited as the last thing I won was a hi-fi cleaner when I was 7. Share, Indulge, Enjoy: the recipes look vibrant and delicious, right up my street. It will be waiting for me before I’ve even touched down, so I’m happy that I’m already making my mark from a distance.


A good piece on the subject of confirmation bias

Treehousekitchen oh great provider of recipe books!