My kitchen addiction

Hi, I’m Alicia and I’m a kitchen addict.

To be clear, I’m not addicted to the kitchen itself, although the hours I spent picking out my granite bench top were some of the happiest of my life.

No, I am addicted to things that live in the kitchen. Mixers, blenders, slow cookers, cutlery, baking trays, dinnerware, cake tins – the list goes on.

Forget shoe shopping, a trip to the homewares department is my cardio. I run around like a headless chook, marvelling at the different colours, patterns, gizmos and gadgets. Given I possess the dangerous combination of zero willpower and a desire for instant gratification, I choose to leave the credit card at home on most visits. Continue reading


I hate macarons

I lie. I actually love them. I love biting into their deceptively hard looking shell only to be delightfully surprised by the soft almondy texture within. Just when you think that one teensy bite can’t contain any more amazingness, you get a burst of flavour from the gooey ganache or heavenly buttercream filling. They are tiny, sugar-filled circles of heaven. Continue reading