RecipeMuncher

It was during one of my earlier visits to The Rocks, during a time when I had not fallen in love for either the place or the person who introduced me. At that time, there was naught but a guiding sense of adventure, energy fuelled by a kind of wanderlust for seeking out sweet treasures buried beneath the sallow sandstone promenade. We followed the beaten track - a skinny winding bend from Circular Quay - finding our bearings at a pedestrian crossing that was obscured by the scurrying feet of se (...)