The ordinary human being would sooner starve than live on brown bread and raw carrots. And the peculiar evil is this, that the less money you have, the less inclined you feel to spend it on wholesome food. A millionaire may enjoy breakfasting off orange juice and Ryvita biscuits; an unemployed man doesn’t.
…When you are unemployed, which is to say when you are underfed, harassed, bored, and miserable, you don’t want to eat dull wholesome food. You want something a little bit ‘tasty’.¹

BECAUSE I HAVE MUCH TIME and little to do, and because all the cool kids seem to have one these days, I have established a food blog. No doubt the usual leitmotifs of my life will intrude—politics, mainly, but also motorcycles, books, the city of Sydney, and beer.

A few house notes before we start this conference:

• This blog is written from the inner-west of Sydney, NSW, and I acknowledge and pay respect to the land’s traditional owners—the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation.
• This blog runs on Textpattern and the design is a heavily chopped-up revision of its default theme.
• I love Gentium and you should too.
• If I haven’t cited a source for it or attributed it elsewhere, and it’s on or a part of this blog, in all likelihood it’s © Liam Hogan 2011.
• Irresponsibility for electoral comment is undertaken by Liam Hogan, Stanmore, NSW.
• That said, all comments are the copyright of their authors and I do not necessarily endorse their content.
• Please consider the environment before printing this blog. Indicate left before you leave the roundabout. Leave space for others to sit when using public transport. Don’t highlight or mark the pages of library books. If your work has the internet, don’t spend all your time on twitter. Use SPF 30+ sunscreen and wear a hat. Be good to your mother.

¹ George Orwell. The Road To Wigan Pier, 1937. #