My love of cooking is surpassed only by my love of eating, though I never quite recovered from the beef I was served at college. I’ll try almost anything once, but it takes a very special piece of offal or beef to get me to try it again.
I’ve worn a few hats in my twenty something years, starting with a fetching McDonald’s cap in high school, to the beer hat of a medical student, then the faux-silk scarf of a bank teller, hard hat of an engineer and now the sun hat of a PhD student who hangs out with plankton.
When I’m not eating, cooking, playing with plankton or lounging around with my mates I can be found busting a gut in some way or another to counteract my eating abilities, which I think are surpassed only by my Dad. I’m currently living in Perth, Western Australia, but itching to add more stamps to my passport, half-arsed learnt languages to my brain and tastes to my palate.
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