Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.


Lunch for a cold Saturday.

It was a cold morning. Coffee in the mall, perfectly expressed and poured, and topped with a thick but fine froth shot through with caffeine-laced perfection. And still only $2. Ridiculous, but in a good way.

Then home for an early lunch with an Off the Record soundtrack. Still the best radio program in Melbourne, if you like that kind of thing.


The cauliflower in the fridge must be a week old and still hadn't found a purpose in life. I decided to give it a reason for being.

I trimmed and boiled it with half a chopped carrot, drained them when done, added half a teaspoon of cummin seeds, and salt and pepper to taste.

Then I pureed it to the consistency of thick soup, due to the retained water in the cauliflower. (Add a little milk if necessary.) I added half a cup of grated tasty cheese, and stirred it over a low heat until the cheese melted.

Then I served it immediately with crumbled fetta and a spoonful of yogurt, both optional.

Early afternoon the sun broke through and it was off to Albert Park, warmed by soup. This city is sport mad. But in a good way.

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