Bún Chả Giò Chay (Vietnamese rice noodle bowl with spring rolls)

This is one of my favourite summer meals. You know when you’re in the middle of a heatwave and the idea of turning on the stove makes you feel exhausted and even hotter, but you’re also wanting a fast, nourishing warm (ish) dinner? This ticks all the boxes.

I can’t claim this is an authentic Bún Chả Giò Chay as it very much changes every time I make it, depending on what vegetables I have in the fridge that need using, but it’s certainly delicious. Full of vegetables, refreshing, tangy and spicy. Absolutely perfect for those CBF-ed evenings and it’s also faster to put together than waiting for roughly the same thing from UberEats!

Bún Chả Giò Chay (Vietnamese rice noodle bowl with spring rolls)

Serves 2-4 (well, the two of us with leftovers for one)

200g dried rice vermicelli noodles (usually they are dried in individual nests so use 4 of those if so)
1 large or 2 medium carrots, julienned
Any other raw vegetables you have - I usually use cucumber cut into thin strips, red capsicum (pepper) cut into thin strips, whole or halved raw sugar snap peas or snow peas, julienned zucchini (courgette), and/or green beans - a small amount of each or a large amount of one will do!
1 cup cooked frozen green peas, baby green beans or edamame beans (optional)
A handful of spinach leaves, shredded
Vietnamese mint, as much as you like, roughly chopped (ordinary mint is fine but Vietnamese is wonderful if you can get it - I often use both as I love mint in savoury dishes)
Chives or the green part of spring onions, as much as you like, finely chopped
Any other soft green herbs such as coriander, Thai basil, etc that you might have, finely chopped
1 fresh red chilli, finely sliced (take out the seeds if you don’t want it too spicy)
12 mini frozen vegan spring rolls (in the UK I remember you could sometimes buy spring rolls in the chilled section of Sainsbury’s, ready cooked, so that’s even more of a time saver!)
Seeds (linseed, hemp or pumpkin), to sprinkle over to serve (optional)

3 heaped dessertspoons (roughly 60g) peanut butter or tahini (or see tip below)
2 tablespoons soy sauce or tamari, plus extra to serve
1 tablespoon maple or brown rice syrup
1½ tablespoons rice wine vinegar or lime juice (sometimes I use both)
Water to loosen
Extra lime juice to squeeze over
(it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you doubled the sauce ingredients and saved any leftovers in a clean jar in the fridge for a stir fry or to dip dumplings into later in the week, just saying)

Boil the kettle and put your spring rolls in the oven or air fryer to cook.

Place your rice vermicelli noodles in a large bowl. Pour boiling water over and leave to soak and soften. Perhaps set a timer for 5 minutes so you don’t forget!

While the noodles soak and the spring rolls cook, prepare the vegetables if you haven’t already. Assemble the vegetables, chopped chilli and herbs in large serving bowl.

Drain the noodles and rinse briefly under the cold tap. Shake well and leave to cool and drain thoroughly while you make the sauce.

For the sauce, I find the easiest thing is to put everything in an empty clean jar and shake vigorously to combine. As making jams and chutneys is a hobby of mine, I always have a jar hanging around!

In your jar (or bowl), place the first four sauce ingredients, and then determine if more liquid is needed - I usually pour in a little water from the kettle which, at this point, will still be hot but not boiling, which is good for loosening the peanut butter.

Speaking of which, I discovered this AMAZING peanut butter at the supermarket the other week and it is fantastic for a dish like this. It’s made in New Zealand and has wonderful smoky, spicy notes of paprika and chilli. Good news, looks like you can buy it wherever you are in the world! Highly recommended.

Put the lid of the jar on securely and shake, shake, shake until well combined. You might need to add some more water (or lime juice) so it’s not too thick. You want it the same consistency as a salad dressing. Err on the side of thinner rather than thicker.

Right, now it’s time to bring everything together. Get your drained noodles and add them to the bowl of vegetables, chilli and herbs. Pour over the sauce and then toss together with tongs or salad servers until well combined.

Prior to tossing!

The noodle salad can be left for five minutes or so until the spring rolls are ready. If your spring rolls are longer than that away, I would add the dressing when they are almost done.

Allow your spring rolls to cool slightly once they’re out of the oven or fryer, then cut each one in half (I forgot to do this in the one pictured - it’s much nicer when they’re cut in half rather than left whole, I think!)

Place a serving of noodle salad in a bowl and top with pieces of spring roll. You can sprinkle with some seeds or nuts for crunch, some extra fresh chilli or a drizzle of sriracha if you like it hot, or a squeeze of lime juice. You can also add more soy sauce, depending how salty you like it.

Enjoy outside as the sun goes down or in front of the TV with a cold beer! And be prepared to fight over who gets the leftovers for lunch the next day.

incredible vegan oreo brownies

Healthy? No way, unless the presence of chia seeds cancels everything else out (I don’t think it does, sorry!)

Incredible? YES.

Worth making to treat your fabulous self? HELL YES.

These were a road-test for the family Christmas and needless to say, they will be making an appearance! If you’re making this for gluten-free loved ones, simply sub the flour for a GF plain flour (or buckwheat flour) and the Oreos for a GF alternative.

Incredible vegan oreo brownies

2 tablespoons chia seeds
110g coconut oil, melted
240g dark brown sugar
80ml maple syrup
3 tablespoons almond butter (or peanut butter)
60g cocoa powder
85g plain flour
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon sea salt
1/4 teaspoon apple cider vinegar
1/2 teaspoon bicarb soda
10 Oreos (check the pack if you’re making this for vegans - the Oreos you can buy in Australia are vegan but that might not be the case everywhere), snapped into pieces
Roughly 12 squares of dark chocolate (I used Green & Black’s 85%)

Preheat the oven to 180 C (fan). Grease and line a 20cm square baking tin, making sure the paper comes up the sides and there’s a bit of overhang, so the brownie will come out easily.

Combine the chia seeds with 6 tablespoons of water in a small bowl and set aside to thicken, which will take about 15 minutes. It might look gross - mine looked like a film of mould had formed on a bowl of water, hair and mouse droppings - but don’t despair, I promise, everything is going to be wonderful. You can get on with the next step while the chia magic happens!

Whisk together the melted coconut oil, brown sugar, maple syrup and almond butter (I used my Kitchen Aid with the balloon whisk) until you have formed what looks like a thick caramel sauce.

Sieve in the cocoa powder and whisk again until the batter is shiny and smooth looking.

Add in the chia gloop - you should end up with about 6 tablespoons of it, roughly. Again, whisk until shiny and well incorporated.

Then gradually fold in the (sifted) flour, baking powder, bicarb soda and salt until incorporated.

Finally whisk in the vanilla extract and apple cider vinegar.

Now you have your batter. In future, I may double the ingredients up to this step of the process so I can leave the Oreos whole and cover them with batter. That sounds dangerous, doesn’t it?

But for now, break your 10 Oreo biscuits into pieces - either halves or threes, it doesn’t matter - over the bowl and fold them gently through the brownie batter.

Pour the batter into your prepared tin and dot with the pieces of dark chocolate. You could also use vegan chocolate buttons or melts.

Put in the oven and bake for 20-25 minutes. I pulled mine out at 24 minutes and they were pretty much perfect. But you know your oven! I used the oven function on my air fryer, which is a very reliable oven. If I were using the actual oven in my kitchen, which is gas, I would be checking them at 20 minutes as it runs a little hot.

Use a skewer to test for doneness - you don’t want raw batter sticking to the skewer, but a little is fine, that’s what you want because that means they’re still squidgy in the middle and will firm up as they cool. If the skewer comes out clean, they are probably overdone. Not inedible, they just won’t be fudgy and squidgy. So if you want squidgy brownies (who doesn’t?), set your timer for 20 minutes and check them after that until you’re happy, would be my advice.

Now, this is the crucial bit. You must leave them to completely cool in the tin. No cutting the brownies while they’re still hot, in the style of Homer Simpson.

Image from The Joy of Cooking Milhouse (a bloody awesome site!)

Leave them for at least an hour, but three or four is even better. If you stick a knife into the cooled brownies and it comes out clean, then they’re ready to devour.

Lift the brownie slab out of the pan, place on a board and cut into desired-size pieces. You should get 9 generous brownies out of this, and maybe 15 delicately-sized ones.

Next time I make these, I might leave out the maple syrup - the outer brownies are quite crusty, which indicates high sugar content. I wonder if leaving out the maple syrup would make a difference. But I’m not complaining, they’re pretty heavenly regardless!

Frankly, the only giveaway that this incredibly decadent brownie is vegan might be the occasional chia seed in the teeth. And it’s totally #worthit 😍

The Van Diemen History Prize 2022-23

I have some rather brilliant news to share - I am the joint winner (with Assoc Prof Terry Mulhern of the University of Melbourne) of the Van Diemen History Writing Prize 2022-23!

My essay, “Anatomy of a Scandal: A Love Triangle in 1820s Hobart Town”, which details the event and people at the centre of my PhD project, will be published in an anthology of Tasmanian history writing in mid-2023.

I have to make special mention of John, a reader in Queensland, who sparked this whole thing - he read an article of mine in a family history magazine and was under the impression that my PhD novel was already finished (not even close!!) and published (dreaming!), and he contacted Forty South to enquire, as they are Tasmania’s leading independent publisher. They rang me (well, they rang Tom because he was connected to them through his work, #Hobart!) to let me know there had been some interest. “You should enter our history writing prize,” they suggested when I told them what I was working on.

Ten months later, here we are. I never in a million years thought I would win - I was just happy that I wrote something I was pleased with and made the deadline. Just entering felt like a win, to be honest. All I wanted out of this year, as I’ve written previously, was to stop letting my inner critic run the show and just try. To put my hat in the ring and start playing in the arena where I feel my true work is. Without the constant distractions, comparisons and time suck of social media, I had no excuses, only myself getting in my own way. And I was determined to get out of it.

But more than that, there is a special kind of momentum within this project, that I’ve never had on anything I’ve worked on before. The response I get from people when I tell them about the novel, and the central characters and incidents that I wrote about in my Van Diemen essay, is always enthusiastic and curious. I can’t wait to see what happens next with it…and actually finish it, of course.

Thank you Forty South for this great honour. To have such wonderful recognition at this stage of the project (I liken it to Mile 16 of the marathon, there’s still quite a way to go!) has been incredible, humbling and deeply encouraging, and my gratitude for this support and validation of my work is truly boundless.

city of my heart

Warning, mammoth catch up post ahead. Grab a cup of tea. You’ll probably be hungry after reading it too!

A few weeks ago, Tom and I spent some time in Melbourne, a city that was home for a few years, quite a long time ago now (it feels recent, but it really wasn’t!). We had not been there since 2019 and at the height of the pandemic, while it was the world’s most locked down city, I wasn’t sure when or if we would ever get there again. It was a joyful reunion indeed.

I expected to find the city very different, given all it has endured over the past few years, but I was surprised to find it very much the same vibrant and inspiring place that I had loved so much, and that had loved me right back. There were some subtle changes, of course. I went looking for places that I slowly realised had probably been gone long before the pandemic!

But many old favourites remain, still standing, thriving even. Being back in Melbourne reminded me that, whatever might get thrown at us in life, and despite the scars it leaves, we can survive, endure, and emerge stronger.

There’s something to make you smile on almost every corner of the city. Perhaps it was because we were staying in the CBD (right in the centre of things) but it felt like everyone wanted to be out - dancing, laughing, seeing, seizing the day. We saw a hen party on Swanston Street one evening, on our way to a dear friend’s birthday party (one of the reasons for our visit), some 30 women in ponchos (it was raining!) laughing and dancing in a silent disco who suddenly all started singing in a joyful chorus, like birds at dawn. Everyone who saw them couldn’t help but grin.

On our balcony!

A friend messaged me while we were there - Tom had put a photo of the two of us on his social media, which she saw. She felt moved to email me and tell me that it was nice to see me looking happy. "There's an ease in your face that hasn't been there for a while," she wrote. That got me thinking.

One day, my friends, the truth about everything that has happened this year, and the years before it, will be told. But for now, Amanda Palmer said it brilliantly: “I try to accept and embrace my own thin skin in the face of yet another catastrophic blast to my psyche, trying to hang onto the mast of my own ship…I have found my power in shutting up…My power is only just beginning to emerge.” 

This trip to Melbourne with my wonderful husband, and the words of my dear kind friend who took the time to message me, reminded me of that. That I survived everything that was thrown at me while I lived there and clung to my dreams for dear life, and got to the other side. I returned, battle weary, but still hopeful, still striving. Full circle moment.

Having a change of scene was just what Tom and I needed too. We love Tasmania and both agreed, unprompted by the other, that we feel comfortable, safe and happy in Hobart, but I cannot deny what a tonic visiting the mainland is. It’s like we’re in a different, yet very familiar, country. Soaking up a different energy and vibe, I felt renewed and energised after what has felt like a long, cold winter.

Of all the places I’ve ever lived, Melbourne is the only city that felt like home immediately. It will be the city of my heart, always. And like all the true, long-standing friendships in my life, once we were reunited, it was as though we had never been apart.

So without further ado, let me catch you up on the Melbourne trip with the usual headings!

Favourite experience

I’m sure most of you will recognise this lady - she needs no introduction!

Speaking of friends, seeing them again was without a doubt the best part of the trip. What a joy it was to be reunited with these wonderful people (not all of them pictured!). We saw as many as we could, but alas illness, weather and simply not enough time got in the way of us seeing everyone. I’m so grateful for the time we did get though. And I am determined, once flight prices return to some modicum of reasonable (what is up with Hobart to Melbourne flights being nearly $1000 at the moment?!), to visit again really soon. My Melbourne friends are some of the most important people in my life. I felt so seen, so safe, so unconditionally supported in their company. I hadn’t realised how much I’d needed that. And I heard from my sisters and quite a few Hobart friends while we were away too, so the whole week was just a wonderful reminder of how many good people we have in our lives, people we don’t have to prove ourselves to, people we don’t need to convince that we’re worthy of their love - we already have it. Like I say, much needed.

Reading

I didn’t read much! I finished Shonda Rimes’ Year of Yes which I really enjoyed. Paid a visit to the Book Grocer on Bourke Street, of course (why oh why did Hobart lose Book City? I know, I know, I’m living in the past) where I found a few great vegan cookbooks. Have already made some recipes from them which I’ll share in my next weekly update, which will also be a mammoth read, just to warn you.

Eating and drinking

Unsurprisingly, I have a lot to share! Where do I begin…. I’m just going to tell you about all the places we loved!

My long time readers, especially those who have been reading since I was a resident of Melbourne, will not be surprised to learn that dumplings were a high priority. The priority, truth be told.

I googled “best vegan dumplings in Melbourne” and so we went to ShanDong MaMa where the vegan zucchini dumplings were indeed sublime. The only mistake I made was adding chilli oil - I had a throat infection and had thought, stupidly, that chilli might nuke the lingering bugs. No, it only resulted in a massive coughing fit which, unsurprisingly, prompted many worried stares!

I had been informed that my old favourite Shanghai Dumpling House had been a covid closure, but nevertheless I wanted to stroll down Tattersalls Lane for old times sake. Lo and behold, it was open! Shanghai Dumpling lives! We went for dinner a few nights later and it was delightful. Delicious, simple, filling, hot and tasty. I did not have any chilli, as tempted as I was. Has Shanghai been restored to its former glory as my favourite Melbourne dumpling place? Absolutely.

Union Kiosk was probably the discovery of the trip. Incredible coffee (OMG Melbourne coffee, how I had missed it!) and an all-vegan menu of delicious jaffles (in Tassie they are called toasties). Tom and I couldn’t believe our luck to have stumbled upon the place. It was so difficult to pick - we shared one on our first visit but soon realised that was a mistake. On subsequent visits we got one each! Seriously sensational. We sat at an outside table, eating the delicious sandwiches, sipping the glorious coffee, and gazed around in wonder and gratitude, pinching ourselves that we were there at all. I am still dreaming about those toasties. Number 6 was our favourite. And next time I’m there, assuming I’m not under the weather, I’ll be brave and try something spicy, maybe the kimchi gochugang one.

We walked to Abbotsford on the Sunday to have lunch with some friends of ours at the Caringbush Hotel, a wonderful pub with a fully vegetarian and vegan menu. Bliss! Again, glorious to have the entire menu to choose from rather than just one or two tired options. Tom’s “lamb” ragu with gnocchi was startlingly realistic. “Are you sure this isn’t meat?” he whispered to me more than once!

I went with a roasted cauliflower, salad and tahini yoghurt as I was feeling the effects of 48 hours of mostly toasties and dumplings. It was also magnificent. Our friends, who are not vegetarian, loved their mains too.

Every cake in the box below is both vegan and gluten free. I know, I couldn’t believe it either! This was dessert one lovely evening that we spent with our friends - old friends from London who moved back to Melbourne recently. There was so much to catch up on! The cakes were so good. I’m still thinking about them. I have forgotten the name of the place but I’ll check and edit the post accordingly…trust me, if you live nearby you’ll want to check it out.

EDIT: Tash saw this post and texted me the details! The amazing cakes were from Voila in Coburg North.

In terms of vegan burgers, we were spoiled for choice with Lord of the Fries and Grill’d, both of which I sorely wish were available in Hobart! Grill’d was particularly excellent value, with 2 for 1 Meatfree Mondays.

We were also in Melbourne for work, and after that very successful, satisfying and rather epic day, we took the tram out to Northcote to try Brother Bon, as highly recommended by Cindy and Michael of Here’s the Veg. Sidenote: if you are a vegan and visiting Melbourne (or Brisbane, they recently went there), check this blog out, it was endlessly helpful in deciding where to eat!

Brother Bon exceeded every expectation. We were exhausted, starving and utterly high on life after our wonderful day, and so probably over ordered but we were so hungry and it was all so delicious, we didn’t care! Everything on the very extensive menu is vegan - yes, we double checked as we were in such disbelief - and it was very hard to choose. We ended up having the tofu bites and dumplings to start, and then Tom went with the very generous “fish and chips” - battered banana blossom, not unlike what we had at Erpingham House in Norwich six months ago! - and I had a gorgeous wok-smoky noodle dish, char kway teow with “chicken” (six proteins to choose from). We walked halfway back to the city after that meal, it was much needed! Absolutely phenomenal.

Non-alcoholic Prosecco, and very good it was too.

Finally, a dear old favourite bar which I was delighted to reacquaint myself with, Naked for Satan on bustling Brunswick Street. I met a friend there, and it was a beautiful warm afternoon. I had some wonderful, unexpected news that afternoon and so my friend was the first person I told (sorry Tommy!). To sit on a rooftop gazing at the Melbourne skyline in a bustling bar with one of my best friends and toast a much-wanted success was very special. Utter bliss.

We didn’t get to Brunswick Aces, nor a few other places we were keen to try, but all the more reason to come back again soon!

Watching and listening

We went to a party where our friend, who is a DJ, got on the decks and played some bangers! Most of which I have added to my inner summer playlist. Shazam on the iPhone is awesome!

We also spent a day on a video and photo shoot for an amazing indie musician, whose new songs are truly beautiful and memorable. We’ve been editing that EPK for the last few weeks - Tom has really outdone himself this time! Her new album is dropping next year - stay tuned!

Wearing

All I can say is I’m so glad I took my winter coat - I wore it pretty much every day! Poor Tom was hoping to buy a new coat while we were there but we had no luck. No wonder he, sadly, caught my cold!

I also wore my new Converse Chuck 70 recycled canvas sneakers non-stop - I love that I can wear them with both dresses and jeans. They look very stylish and are so comfortable. The main criterion for any shoe I buy is - can I walk in them? One of the best purchases of the year, for sure. Super handy for a city break.

Quote of the trip

It would have been Sylvia Plath’s 90th birthday a few days before our trip. I have been reading a wonderful recent biography of her, as well as her collected Letters, and came across this. It sums up how I feel about the trip and about life right now. I take every chance I can to ground myself in the present, express gratitude and try not to take things and people for granted. However, the only word that doesn’t sit right with me is cling - because I am trying not to do that. Seize moments, be acutely aware of the preciousness of life and love, but not cling to anything, where possible. Very much a work in progress.

“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Life it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.” - Sylvia Plath

It was an incredible trip, a much needed change of scene, and a week where Tom and I felt bathed in friendship, love and good energy. It’s been a tough year but we’re both really ready to cast off that heaviness and regain a sense of fun and promise, and to prioritise joy. I think that will be my mantra going into 2023…which can you believe is only a month or so away now?!

Lots more to tell you, which I promise will be soon. I hope you’re doing well xx

See you again soon, Melbourne!

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review in TEXT: My Tongue is My Own, a life of Gwen Harwood by Ann-Marie Priest

I was very honoured to review Ann-Marie Priest’s wonderful book My Tongue is My Own: A Life of Gwen Harwood for TEXT Journal of Writing and Writing Courses last month. It’s published now and you can read it here.

It took me some time to read and digest this incredible, meticulously researched and detailed biography of one of Australia’s most significant poets of the last century. There seemed a lighthearted wink from Gwen Harwood (and perhaps Ann-Marie Priest too), towards the end, where Priest recounts the poet declaring her hatred for writing reviews: “It seems insulting to praise or dismiss in a few pages work that has taken years to write” (p.313) which sums up my thoughts exactly. For a while I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to do justice to this very accomplished biography! As a result, my review could not be described as succinct but I wanted to give this book the time and attention it deserved, as its author does to her subject.

As a Tasmanian, this book was particularly enjoyable as there are so many familiar names and sites. Gwen Harwood’s Hobart of the 1950s and 1960s was also the Hobart my own parents grew up in. While I was reading it, I asked my father if his parents, who were very much part of the town’s artsy set (his words) at the time, had known the Harwoods. He couldn’t recall, but when I mentioned James McCauley, a close friend of both Bill and Gwen Harwood who is mentioned often in the book, his eyes lit up.

“I bought a car off his widow in 1977,” he said. “Mrs McCauley on Sandy Bay Road. A grey Holden FD. Nice little car.”

I also asked a friend of mine, a writer who lives in New Zealand now but who was raised in Hobart, if she had known Gwen Harwood too. It seemed likely, as she was a budding poet in the early 1990s. She smiled and told me about a workshop Gwen gave at Elizabeth College when she was doing her HSC.

“She read my poem aloud to the group and said she liked the imagery. I then started writing to her. I still remember her address.” Her memories were that Gwen was more than willing to make time for anyone who showed an inclination for writing, which Ann-Marie Priest also mentions. I include these two anecdotes here to illustrate my great amusement at the inter-connectedness of life in Hobart which is still very much a thing - you might not know the individual personally, but you’ll only ever be a few degrees of separation away :)

Thank you again TEXT for asking me to review this amazing book, which I highly recommend to anyone interested in poetry, feminism, twentieth-century Australia, or all three!

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