On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a hamper from the Epicurean Architect

I have been busily beavering away in the kitchen cooking up all my favourite Christmas treats to bring you The Epicurean Architect Hampers!

The Twinkling Lights Of Byron Bay

These beauties gave a twinkle to my eye in Byron Bay. For when I am channeling 1930’s art deco glamour, House of Harlow 1960 candles perfectly capture mystery and decadence whilst the classic colonial country club styling of Samson & Bronc candles take me back to the ranch, billowing white linens and Scarlett O’Hara. Frankly, my dears, these candles make me give a damn!

Escape to Byron Bay

I was fortunate to have a weekend away with beautiful girlfriends in Byron Bay over the last few days. Everyone raves about Byron, the food, the beaches, the hinterlands and the warm and kind people. Byron has a way of attracting all the best parts of Australia to one spot, like a mini microclimate of everything I love about Australia.

Grown Up Parties

It was my lovely Father’s 70th birthday on Saturday night. He has lived life to the full, travelling, eating and drinking with friends and family. I was keen to make some of his favourite things for the party. He has a soft spot for a drop of good red wine, smelly cheese, winter fruits and the darkest of chocolate.

Hobnobbing, canapés and Taste of Auckland

Thank goodness the stars were aligned in our favour to move us back to Auckland, arriving just as spring loosens its grip on the country and all that is magnificent about this great city comes to life.

Crackling Campfires, Roasted Treats, San Francisco-style….S’mores Galore.

After attempting and failing miserably to climb the epic hills which are the San Francisco urban landscape, we cowardly hailed and stowed ourselves on the first bus heading south to the famed Mission district.

Deus Cafe

As I was trundling down Parramatta Road this week in ever-increasing drizzle, I was greeted with a welcome beacon of hope.

Secretive yet soulful…..Café Paci, Darlinghurst, Sydney

Café Paci offers a depth of experience that rarely exists in Sydney eateries. Your senses are thrown awry as you step through the door to a bright, fluorescent-lit, narrow corridor, leading to a garish red and grey, block painted stair. I felt like I was being drawn into a communist-style interrogation room.