Tuesday, 4 March 2008


It was my birthday on the weekend and it was all a bit food themed - unsurprisingly :)
I went out to dinner on Saturday night at a lovely little French restaurant in a nearby village. It is small little place that seats about 25-30 people at a stretch - and it was fabulous. Great attention to detail, friendly service, and not at all pretentious. My starter was a wonderful trio of crab things (the crab collection they called it) which included a crab bisque, a crab galette, and smoked salmon wrapped around crab with ginger and coriander mayonnaise - all of them lovely.
The pear tarte tatin for dessert was incredible.
But my lovely friends also bought me a gift voucher for a one-day cooking course at a nearby cooking school - after much drooling over the web page I have decided on the patisserie & puddings day - I might try and recreate that pear tarte tatin :)

Sunday, 2 March 2008

fruit salad omelette

There are so many pregnancy books out there - and for this I am glad. There is a wealth of information out there to explain all the ins and outs of your inner bits.
Each book has a slightly different approach (I have four that I am reading simultaneously) but it seems the one things that they have in common is using food comparisons to give you an idea of the sizes of things. For example a week or two ago my uterus was the size of a large grapefruit, the amniotic sack the size of a chicken egg and the fetus the size of a large grape: so at the moment we are referring to the baby as our 'fruit salad omelette' :)

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

addicted to baking

The chef has been a bit addicted to baking for the last few weeks. Rather than using store bought yeast he has been cultivating his own - the kitchen bench is filled with tupperware containers overflowing with bacterial goodness. The funny thing is that chefs traditionally name these petrie dishes - and traditionally they are either called 'the mother' or 'the bitch'. I find this terminolgy kind of interesting. I get the female metaphor - they are associated with growth - but the Madonna/Whore distinction is an interesting one. I'm not really sure if ours is the maternal kind, or the slutty kind - but we certainly have more bread than we know what to do with. No worries - the swans on the river are enjoying it.

Saturday, 9 February 2008


I realise that my last lot of posts have really concentrated on the food side of things, and not so much on the thought - so I'll try and remedy that today.

Yesterday I taught an undergraduate class as part of a course I run on gender and psychology. This class is designed to examine the way in which science and politics intersect when studying gender - the way in which gender differences in status, our expectations and steroetypes about gender, and our own identities as men and women affect the way in which do science. As part of this discussion I got the class discussing examples of androcentrism in the 'real world' (as opposed to the 'fake' world of science) - this is the idea that men or the masculine point of view is prioritised and seen to represent people in general.

There are some simple examples that I raised. My favourite is quite an innocuous one: If you look at toilet signs it is clear what symbol represents men and which represents women - but if you look at 'neutral' signs, like emergency exit, elevator, or the person crossing the road, these are all represented by male symbols. The other, more widely known example is androcentric speech - the use of fireman, policeman, or chairman to refer to genderless positions.

It was interesting to see my students' reactions. Most of them are women and the most verabal of them in particular really weren't bothered about this at all - they argued that if they were a police officer or a fire fighter they wouldn't care about being referred to as a man - and that anyone that did was just being too precious and politically correct. I must say, I wasquite stunned by this sort of reaction - I am not sure whether it is just one of these cross-cultural differences, or whether it is a generational thing - but I can not imaging a single women in any of my classes as an undergraduate in Australia being OK with this sort of androcentric language... It will be interesting to see how they cope with the nature nurture debate next week.

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Eating for two

So it appears that I am eating for two :)

One of the great things about an anonymous blog is that although I have to keep the whole pregnancy thing relatively hush hush for the next 5 weeks or so - I can talk about it here - hooray. Sometimes I feel I am going to burst with the news.

While it is great news, I do have to admit that being pregnant and being a foodie are not very compatible - no raw or undercooked meats (sorry there is no way I am having a well done steak, so that takes steak off the menu - and sushi - boo hoo); no more liver, so no more guiltily consumed foie gras (my moral compass is thanking me for that one); no more raw or runny eggs (no good mayonnaise, I even avoided chocolate fondant the other night); no more mouldy cheese (Oh - this is killing me!) and no alcohol.

Of course it is only nine months and the sacrifices are totally worth it - but certainly there is a price to pay. And don't even get me started on the nausea or the food cravings - avocado and marmite on toast anyone?

Sunday, 20 January 2008

stamppot and foie gras

During my week in the Netherlands I had some lovely food. The best two meals were almost complete opposites of each other.

On Wednesday night I had dinner at a friend's house. We used to work together in the UK, but he, and his family, are Dutch and have recently returned home. They decided to cook me a typically dutch meal - especially because it is quite difficult to experience this - most of the restaurants in town are international - lots of Italian, Indonesian, or Spanish. But they cooked me a fabulous stamppot - mashed potatoes with cabbage mixed in - and an array of locally produced sausages from the Butchers around the corner. It was a fabulous meal - comfort food at it's best - and when you are away from home - a home cooked meal is just what is needed. It was a lovely evening to share with friends.

In contrast, on Friday night I went out to dinner in the only Michelin starred restaurant in town - Muller. It is a very French restaurant, that is just around the corner from my apartment. In fact, every day I take a little detour after arriving back from work and walk past, just so I can look in the window into the kitchen. The chef just looks so stereotypically French and there are copper pots hanging from the ceiling. I was worried when I arrived on Friday night that they would recognise me - 'Isn't that the crazy women who always has her nose pressed up against the glass?'
The meal was perfect from start to finish - we had the taster menu. A few highlights...
** the platter of amuse bouches was a great way to start - especially the truffle creme brulee
** sweatbreads on lobster taratre
** seared scallop with stewed cucumber
** deer rib and rump (rare as rare can be)
** the asiette of desserts - apple done 6 ways including clafoutis, mereigne, and brulee

The two meals were at opposite ends of the 'fancy' spectrum - but both were incredible in very different ways. I guess the common denominator is that both touched just the right spot at the right time...

Monday, 14 January 2008


After being back in the UK for less than a week, I'm off again. This time for work - a week in the Netherlands. I'm starting to feel a bit like a vagrant. But no, it is not at all bad. This trip is part of an ongoing visiting position at a regional Dutch university. I spent 6 weeks here last year - so coming back seems a bit like coming home. I even get to stay in the same apartment as last time. It is familiar enough that I feel a little put out that the room is arranged differently - who moved that chair??

I love the Dutch. Is it strange that as an Australian I feel more at home here in the Netherlands, where I speak very little of the language, than I do in England where I have lived for four years and have a partner and a house?? For some reason I feel there is some sort of affinity between the Dutch and Australians. At international conferences I always notice that we are drawn together - and it is not just that the Dutch speak English fabulously (I never feel that drawn to Americans). It is something to do with a shared sense of humour, that and perhaps a need to escape the last symposium of the day and gather in the bar.

At any rate, it is a chance to get some work done, a chance to avoid all of the students back home that are trying to change in and out of my classes that start in a week's time, and a chance to sample some good old dutch food - stamppot anyone?

Wednesday, 9 January 2008

Back from Japan

I know I'm only three posts in - but I feel I am already falling behind.
When I finally got the courage up to start this blog, I was determined to write regularly - but Xmas and travel got the better of me - oh well - I guess I can add it to the list of New Year's resolutions.

So my excuse for not writing for a few weeks is that the chef and I just got back from a couple of weeks in Japan, which was a bit of a foodies fun trip.
One of our aims is to dine at the all of the 100 best restaurants in the world - but unfortunately none of them are in Japan. That isn't to say that there aren't fabulous restaurants there - just that none of them are acknowledged on this particular list. Instead, we stuck to small, simple, authentic restaurants. Overall the food was fabulous, but there were a few highlights.

Our main aim was to get some good Kobe beef. This is beef from Wagyu stock that is fed beer and hand massaged to produce beautifully marbled meat. We had been eyeing up potential places for about a week (by looking at the wacky plastic displays out the front of restaurants) and had tasted a few bits of nice beef as part of other meals, but we hadn't found quite the right place. That is until we stumbled upon a butchers in Kyoto specialising in Kobe beef. As we drooled at the beef in the window we realised that they had a restaurant upstairs. We rushed up as quickly as we could rip our shoes off, and sat down on tatami mats around a low table with an integrated hotplate. We decided to keep it simple: premium beef (you can specify the grade you want) cooked on the hotplate in front of us. Now people bandy around the term 'melt in your mouth' without really giving it much thought - but it really did - it was amazing!

Our other aim was to brave the fugu - poisonous blowfish. The poison in this fish is 30 times more deadly than arsenic and chefs are only allowed to prepare it after 3 years training. We decided to forgo the fugu on New Year's day - we didn't want some chef hung over from an all-nighter karaoke night slicing up our poisonous fish - and since we were hung over from an all-nighter karaoke night, we thought we might not appreciate it properly. But we finally found a good fugu specialist in Osaka and took the plunge. We ordered the fugu served 10 ways, including sashimi, sushi, fried, tempured, and grilled. We had read that the first sign of poisoning is a numbing of the lips - so the sake that we drank didn't help our paranoia - but we managed to survive. And the verdict - it really does taste just like chicken.

Monday, 17 December 2007


I had to give a talk last week about my research on gender discrimination. The audience was made up of business leaders from the region and academics from my university. The topic is always a bit controversial, especially because you run the risk of alienating people if they think you are accusing them of being sexist.

But, by the end of it, I thought I was doing OK – achieving that balance between being political (and feminist) and being an objective scientist. I made all the arguments about how subtle discrimination can be, and demonstrated the role of stereotypes and gendered expectations.

There was lots of head nodding – so I thought I had made my point. That was until the end when people came to chat to me afterwards. One guy, a business leader, came up to me and said that he found my talk all very interesting, but that I had left out the main reason why women weren’t achieving leadership positions – hormones. He argued – straight faced – that women were never going to be successful, because they were so unpredictable – you just talk to them one day and they snap at you.

My instant reaction, even though it wasn’t ‘that time of the month’, was to snap at him. But instead I reminded him that this was an argument that had been made for a long time (remember the old cold war argument that a women could never be president as she might launch the bomb in a fit of PMT). I also asked him if he was worried about men’s hormones (that testosterone has been linked to aggression and sexual drive, you know). He wasn’t too convinced (I was only a women after all) – but it made me realise how far we have to go to convince some people that women deserve to be treated as equals. I wonder whether this guy realises that the reason that women keep snapping at him is not because of their hormones – but because he is a bit of an idiot.

new blog

Mmmmm, so I now have my own blog.
I never thought that I would be the sort of person to blog. I never really had a diary as an angst-ridden teenager, I'm not sure who would be intrested in my musings, I've always been a high self-monitorer, and to be honest (now), I always worried too much about what someone reading it might think - so, and attempts at diaries were never entirely honest.
But a friend of mine has been extolling the virtues of anonymous blogs - so I thought I would give it a go... so here we are.