Overly Cynical Horoscope 2016

Welcome back, to the second and final instalment of bullshit I’ve prepared regarding star signs, destinies, fate and the like. Where we left off, we’d covered just over half the year in arbitrary constellation-based periods of time, at which point I got sick of it and promised I’d do the rest at an undisclosed later date in the future.

Picking up where I left off, which was at Virgo, and backtracking slightly because I inadvertently skipped a star sign in my haste to wrap things up and get back to Netflix, let’s kick it off once again with…

Leo AKA: Lion, that’s easy

According to my sources, Leo is a star sign that typically likes ‘taking holidays’. I also like taking holidays. So does almost any adult in the entire world who has a job. Kids like them too. Congrats Leo, way to just phone it in on the topic of ‘things you like’. I bet you’re the kind of person who answers ‘reading’ when someone asks you what your hobbies are. You are a natural leader who dislikes ‘not being treated like a king or queen’, but your strident, overbearing personality and domineering manner will get you into hot water with various people. Try to interact with other humans sparingly this year. As a Leo, you are known to love expensive shit and brightly coloured trinkets; this will be the year you buy a Thermomix. When you’re on your several annual holidays which you love so much, remember to check into every single eatery you visit on Facebook so that everyone is suitably aware.

Spirit Entity: Guy Fieri



Libra AKA: Kitchen implement

Gentle, harmoniously balanced Libra loves the outdoors. This does indeed fit with the one scrap of anecdotal evidence I have: my husband, the career camper, is a Libra. As a thinly-veiled one-dimensional caricature of an actual person, the blog version of my husband won’t mind me telling you that his job as a professional lads-road-trip attendee is quite literally a walk in the park. He’s nodding sagely right now, saying ‘that’s so true babe. Everything you say is 100% correct.’ But, I digress. Enough about my life. What about yours? As a Libra, you struggle with conflict and prefer justice and equality. Well, shit, so do I because I am a basically decent person. Who doesn’t like justice? You’re as bad as Leo with their holidays. Avoid binge-watching Making A Murderer. You won’t be able to handle the slickly presented unfairness of it all. You’ll be ranting about it to your significant other for days afterwards.

Spirit Entity: A backpacker with no shoes on


Scorpio AKA: Worse than a spider OR a crab

Much like an actual scorpion, you’ve got a metaphorical hard outer shell and a metaphorical invertebrate appendage resembling a tail, with a venomous sting on the end. You like being right, being violent and being distrusting. You’re in hospo because you need to be in a job where shouty swearing is tolerated. Your short-range future is full of tough decisions. Whether or not to viciously berate that stranger on Facebook for misspelling your/you’re, whether to go sponsored with that terrifying cage-fighting thing you do on weekends, whether to get another tattoo on your face or not. So many decisions. Luckily, you’re a really frighteningly decisive person. You will find this year that many people comment on how much older you’re looking. Don’t worry, it’s just your spirit’s deep connection with the universe manifesting in your outward appearance. Either that or the drug use.

Spirit Entity: Tyler Durden


Sagittarius AKA: Horse-man thing

As the real-life embodiment of a horse combined with a dude, your defining trait is that you promise more than you can deliver. Makes sense when you’re supposed to be a horse/man combo and you’re really just a regular man. Or woman. BTW where are all the female centaurs? As a lover of travel and the outdoors, you’d be best placed to spend your time/funds going on a holiday. The fates demand it. I know it’s only February but I’m telling you as your horoscopist, don’t get caught up in the details. Just wave them aside. You’ve probably got Expedia open in the other window right now, don’t you, you flighty workshy freedom-loving, spirited person, you. Don’t let anyone hold you back from all that freedom. If you’re a kitchen worker, I’d recommend taking up smoking to maximise the amount of breaks you can fit into a single working day, and really scale up the levels of freedom your body is exposed to. Don’t worry about any particular details that other annoying pricks may point out to you about this. You’re not about details, you’re about FREEDOM.

Spirit Entity: Don Draper


Capricorn AKA: Another sheep thing with horns. Goat?

You’re probably thinking I’ve saved the best for last, but you’re wrong, because there’s this thing called a chronological order and Capricorn starts in December, even though other, less esteemed horoscope conveyers sometimes put it at the beginning. Noted human being Paula Deen is a Capricorn. She’s a mouthy racist. On the other hand, you’re also in company with Rick Stein who is just lovely, so that goes to show that there is no credence in the concept of horoscopes whatsoever because they clearly mean absolutely nothing. Capricorn is supposed to be the most serious sign in the Zodiac, and people born under this sign tend to be responsible, disciplined manager types who are always up to date with their laundry. The second drawer down in their kitchen is not full of random tangled junk like everyone else’s but instead has a meticulously arranged armoury of uni-tasker tools like avocado scoops and egg separators. They iron things A LOT and thus look really smart and well put-together when they leave the house. If this indeed sounds like you then congrats on being a stellar example of a functional adult person. However, Capricorns are also known to ‘expect the worst’, meaning that they’re really not suited to be on the receiving end of a cruel and vitriolic horoscope reading…sooo…enjoy your year! It’s gonna be great! Use that egg separator, it was a really worthy and useful purchase!

Spirit Entity: A pyramid scheme multi-level marketing business success story


Thanks again to this fairly randomly chosen website for the hard facts about what star sign is which and what they’re supposed to mean.


Highly Accurate Horoscope 2016

One of my many relevant and completely genuine qualifications is that of the mystical art of the horoscope, so in an effort to get some content up on here I thought I’d take the easy way out diversify the blog’s focus and utilise my very real horoscopy skills to give the readership that which all 23 of them definitely need, even if they’re pretty damn certain that they don’t: a trite and at times slightly off-colour summary of how their lives will play out for roughly the next 12 months.

So whether you’re a chef, one of those grating bourgeois hipsters whose current obsession is food-centric, a relative/friend/ex-colleague of mine who feels obliged to continue reading, a stay-at-home-parent with spirit not yet broken, or just simply deranged, let me help you navigate the existential morass. JUST LET ME. What’s the worst that can happen? That I could unwittingly touch upon one of your deeply hidden, crippling fears and send you into an agonising spiral of self-loathing that takes days to claw your way out of? If you’re a hospitality worker that’s probably part of your weekly routine anyway: get over it. read more…

Hot Cross Buns: Redux

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This time last year* I published my original recipe for hot cross buns, which, in an unorthodox and controversial move, excluded mixed peel. I think my exact words were that peel is ‘a scourge upon the earth’, to get Biblical about it. I have heard many times from a vocal, zealous minority that that some people actually like mixed peel and would willingly choose to ingest it. So, since I am a people-pleaser open-minded type of person, I have deigned to accommodate this faction of Easter bun-eaters with a half-arsed compromise. Simply adding mixed peel to the original recipe is of course not an option because that would be complete sacrilege and I will NOT turn the other cheek. read more…

Classic Bircher Bowl

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As I write this, I am sitting in my dressing gown feeling morose because I failed to prepare a bowl of this stuff last night, and thus woke up bereft of muesli and unable to cope with the concept of eating something different since it just wouldn’t be quite as satisfying. And also we have basically nothing else in the house appropriate for breakfast except a bunch of overripe bananas. So, here we are. All the disparaging jokes that people make about those who work from home have now manifested in me, bar the fact that this is not actually my real job but rather a vacuous drain on my husband’s resources. Those totally-unrelated-to-food adverts you are seeing on this page do not constitute a revenue stream for me, I am afraid.

However, this post is not intended to be about my impending slide towards joining a dubious multi-level marketing scheme in a desperate bid to once again ‘lean in‘ and #Thrive as an adult woman in the workforce. It is about breakfast; the most important meal of the day (not including morning tea). read more…

Welcome [Back] to my Interesting Life

Bittersweet chocolate cannoli with whisky and toasted oat praline crème. Photograph ©Fifi Leong Pictures 2015. Reproduced courtesy of Liz Christensen.

Bittersweet chocolate cannoli with whisky and toasted oat praline crème. Photograph ©Fifi Leong Pictures 2015. Reproduced courtesy of Liz Christensen.

Soooo…as you may have noticed, I have not been here for a good four months. The extended explanation is that I was busy finishing up my degree, swiftly followed by moving house, and then it was Christmas, and we went to a wedding and it was all holidays and relaxing and enjoying oneself, and my boss sold her catering business which I am still clinging desperately to my place within despite not living in the right town any more, so the emoshuns from all that were a bit rough. Then I got back to my new home in a different city and just sort of checked out of my life as a chef for a while and maybe slightly went off the rails a little bit, and am only just getting back on track.

TL;DR: I am slack as fuck.

But now I am in celebration-mode because I am graduating in two days, which is a huge thing for me because I’ve had a few non-starters with regards to scholastic achievement, and also it is a year since I started A Space for Pudding (which I have literally just realised because WordPress sent me a wee virtual trophy). I have actually missed the anniversary by several days, but I am a firm believer in the concept of getting recognition and enjoyment out of your birthday and/or other party-type thing for the whole week surrounding the specific date, or at least a prolonged period beyond one measly day. I am remarkably similar to the Queen, Easter and various Mardi Gras festivals in this fashion.

I am sandwiching this blurb between photos of the latest Long Lunch event I worked on with my collaborators Liz Christensen and Steph Peirce, whom I have worked on several similar events with; I have shared them all on the blog’s Facebook page at various times. Liz Christensen has bought the catering company I work for off my old boss so it worked out rather well for me! (Apart from vacating the city that it operates in.) The lunch was held in the gardens of Olveston, which is a mini-Downton Abbey, and the dessert concept was based around the ladies retiring to the Drawing Room while the gentlemen enjoyed cigars.

All going well, you should be seeing more of me in the weeks to come! Follow me on Facebook and Twitter in the meantime. Full disclosure: my Twitter account is very poorly managed and I mostly use it for Outlander and Game of Thrones fandom stuff, but as Julia Child says, ‘never apologise’.


Deconstructed chocolate Victoria sponge. Photograph ©Fifi Leong Pictures 2015. Reproduced courtesy of Liz Christensen.