RecipeMuncher

Sydney is a breakfast city. It does lunch well and perhaps dinner even better, but breakfast best fits its collective psychology. When the weekend arrives cafes spill out on to the pavement with hungry customers vying for tables in anticipation of breaking their fast. While I love going out for weekend brekkies, I can’t stand the thought of lining up. It’s been over 12 hours since my last meal. It can go one of two ways. One — I faint. Two — I turn violent. For me, a (...)