
Writer @gourmettraveller | Snack queen | Contributor at @GoodFoodAU @SydneyTimeOut @broadsheet_syd | Woo girl ✨
Sydney, Australia
Joined February 2012
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Sign our #BeCrueltyFree pledge for a global end to #animaltesting for cosmetics via @HSIGlobal bit.ly/2IM5EBc
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When it comes to restaurants in Australia there are names that raise the ire, or at least the eyebrows, of the dining public. So when owners have so much skin in the game, why risk it on problematic monikers that could offend marginalised communities? bit.ly/3bsuJR5
I've just voted for a unique eat worth searching for in the Time Out Food Awards People's Choice: Signature Searches #foundongoogle timeoutaustralia.events/sydn…
POSTING THIS IN HOPES OF GOING MARK RONSON PLS wn.nr/rZfAA6
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Pre-sale for Smoked Gin, only our second release under the Archie Rose Concepts label is now open. Make a bottle of this evocative, experimental gin yours by high tailing it here: ow.ly/F6LJ30nJzXR
Bit late to the party but the new James Blake album reminds me of why I dragged my two best mates to watch him at Splendour circa 2014 (they were not impressed) and cried for most of the set (they were confused). Can't wait to cry and dance at his next tour. #AssumeForm
Mariah Carey's All I want for Christmas NOPE
Boney M's Mary's Boy Child YEP
Packed shopping malls NOPE
Making gifts YEP
The commercialisation of the holiday NOPE
Getting over-excited about baking a ham YEP
My family being a bit nuts NOPE
But still loving them anyway YEP
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Want to blend your very own gin, in one of Sydney's most recently revamped five star hotels? Of course you do... ow.ly/ggct30mDCbT
I always remember how to spell 'Burrata' by singing "BuR-Ratatatatatatatatata", like Missy Elliott in 'Work It'. Somehow it reminds me that there's extra Rs, not Ts. I'm just filled with soft cheese spelling tips.
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Honestly why watch The Bachelor when u can witness emotionally stunted men screwing over amazing women every day, in real life, with no ad breaks?
Yesterday I found out my dog loves hommus, along with our other shared interests (the beach, sunshine, each other). He's continuing to really solidify his role as my soul mate.
Wow, I just realised mid-sentence that I’m now one of those people that talks to dogs like they understand English.
Is there a worse feeling for a writer, other than realising your interview didn't actually record? Nope, there isn't.







