lamb - The Wandering Palate

The Wandering Palate is rather partial to lamb, even more so when there’s a happy story to it; that is you know it’s coming from a 3rd generation family-run artisan farmer with the lambs roaming free-range munching on Mallee grasses and saltbush. Read More >

Produce | Related to: Australia, lamb, Mallee, Saltbush |

I wrote this piece for a Singapore magazine although it never made it to print. The editors wanted to change things, even though it covered the brief to the letter, and I refused to change things.

Did I tell you how much I dislike editors! They are an antibiotic for creativity; a writer’s condom and its strictly missionary position only. It’s a strange interpretation of the English language, in Singapore, where newspapers and magazines for the adult audience are written in primary school prose. Read More >

Produce | Related to: Beer, lamb, mutton, New Zealand, Sangiovese |

From a lost play by Eubulos, (c.405 BC - c.335 BC)
‘For sensible men I prepare only three kraters (large vase used to mix wine): one for health (which they drink first), the second for love and pleasure, and the third for sleep. After the third one is drained, wise men go home.

The fourth krater is not mine any more - it belongs to bad behaviour; the fifth is for shouting; the sixth is for rudeness and insults; the seventh is for fights; the eighth is for breaking the furniture; the ninth is for depression; the tenth is for madness and unconsciousness.’

"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.

But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defence of the new.”

As uttered by the vitriolic restaurant critic Anton Ego, in the film “Ratatouille”, after his epiphany.