About

I left Australia twenty years ago and only really started cooking once I missed the food I grew up with. Slowly, I got decent at it.

My brother stayed in Adelaide. He’s self-taught, and he’s one of those cooks who makes it look easy — quick meals after work, long slow-cooks on the weekend, always an eye on what’s actually worth buying.

For the last five years or so he’s been texting me what he’s cooking: a photo, a few lines of method, the occasional price. I went looking for one of those recipes recently and couldn’t find it — the thread was too old. Gone. Our mum used to keep paper recipes in a folder in the kitchen that went back decades. This is my version of that.

So my brother has accidentally written a cookbook. He doesn’t know yet.

Expect a link to the original recipe when I have one, a note on anything I changed, and prices in Australian dollars.

Good food, one text at a time.