|“Where’s that cooking dude?” I hear you say. Still here, too busy to blog.
What have I been up to? Well, my son went back to school, and I’ve held four classes in one week: two in Perth, one in country Victoria, and one in downtown Melbourne.
Warm and friendly vegetarians Lyn and Michael Sykes run a vineyard and a cellar-door cafe at Bickley in Western Australia’s Perth Hills. I was invited over (a five-hour flight across the continent) to hold two classes. That’s our first Perth crew above.
Cool-headed and efficient Michael presents our Syrian Pomegranate and Walnut Muhammara & Vegetable Platter, gorgeously decorated by some of the ladies in the class.
Our crew engage in some synchronised herb cutting. A seriously enthusiastic group, I might add.
Lunch is served in the warm Perth hills. That’s Lyn, mid-bite far right.
The next day we did it all again, new menu, and concluded with an evening class. When the sun set, the temperature dropped considerably, so we were all happy to indulge in the warm vegetarian delights that we had lovingly prepared.
The following weekend I flew off to Melbourne, spending the night in my all-time favourite abode, the beautiful Melbourne Hare Krishna Temple in Albert Park.
On a chilly Saturday morning, my son and I set off to Flinder’s Street Station for a train to Ringwood and a taxi to Warrandyte and the home of Alison (above, right) for an ebullient return cookery event.
The final class of the series was at Gopals Restaurant in Swanston Street, downtown Melbourne.
Gopals is where it all started for me, way back in 1979 and my very first cookery class. Three thousand classes later, it’s all still loads of fun.
‘Strange Encounters of the Cauliflower Kind’. After inserting a probe to test for signs of life, the specimen is carefully dissected. Don’t stand too close…
Evie, donning her surgical gloves, peels a juicy rhizome of fresh turmeric.
When you have a crew of 27 you have enough manpower to bifurcate cashews. Lucky I didn’t ask them to peel the peas.
Never too many hands when it comes to poories. I think they were hungry.
The perfect end to a perfect weekend – the Feast!
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