Mother, Wife, Business-woman, Blogger and lover of all things home grown.
I was born in Australia and call myself a dinky di Aussie with Armenian blood rushing through my veins.
Two minute noodles used to be my thing, that was until I discovered that the kitchen is my sanctuary and a haven away from my corporate job. It’s incredibly therapeutic to come home after a long day in office, change into my tracky dacks and get chopping in my domain.
I’ve become very aware where my food comes from, how it was produced and who it supports. I believe in ‘ethical eating’ and like to support Australian farmers where possible by sourcing local ingredients.
I live on Sydney’s Northern Beaches and while I most definitely don’t have the largest backyard by any means, i have started a small and humble vegetable patch which I hope to reap the benefits soon enough. There is something so magical and special about a home-grown tomato.
So what’s a Wog, I hear my overseas friends say? Wog was used as a derogatory and offensive name for the migrants who came to Australia that ‘looked’ either Italian, Greek, Lebanese, or anyone with a ‘Middle Eastern’ appearance. It was highly offensive to call a person a Wog, quite like calling a black man a n***er. Somewhere in the early 90’s society changed in most of Australia’s capital cities. We were embracing the Wog culture. Australian children were swapping their plastic white bread Vegemite or peanut butter sandwiches for mortadella with sun-dried tomatoes and hommus on turkish bread. Aussies were experimenting with their cuisine and garlic was being added to everything. Suddenly it was cool to be a Wog! Wogs have a great ability to laugh at themselves and their culture.
I will from time to time post reviews of restaurants and products. All reviews and recommendations on this blog are my own personal opinions based on my own personal experience only.
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