We all wish we could be a bit more like Nigella Lawson right? The woman is amazing, she can bake a mouth-watering berry tart with one hand, while roasting any animal you can think of to delicious perfection with the other. On top of that, she’s got a girl-crush-worthy voice and somehow manages to make sifting flour erotic.
Well, food blogger Lorraine Elliott (AKA Not Quite Nigella) is a little more like her than the rest of us. And for the next few weeks she will be sharing some mouth-watering morsels of information guaranteed to transform the entire Mamamia readership into culinary superstars. Or at the very least, she’ll give us some alternatives to microwave popcorn for dinner.
There are currently thousands of food blogs in the world. Mine is just one of the many that pepper the internet proffering recipes and reviews for hungry readers. Yet there I was, wearing gold coloured thongs and inappropriately casual dress. I was at the airport, carrying my luggage and looking at the airline ticket with my name on it. I wondered silently to myself, “How on earth did I land this gig?”
I looked at my fellow travelers. Two were from the two biggest newspapers in Sydney and probably purchased travel insurance by yearly policy. Vogue Magazine is joining us for the second leg. And me? Well I feel like the troubled teen sitting at the table with the adults.
“So… where does everyone work?” G from the Sydney Morning Herald asks.
“I’m a travel writer at the Daily Telegraph,” M says.
“I’m here as a last minute replacement for when the writer couldn’t make it,” A from a magazine says.
G explains that he is actually an investigative journalist and they’ve given him this assignment as a reward.
“What about you?” they ask.
“I have a food blog,” I say in between bites of delicate smoked salmon morsels mumbling my words and hiding them in the chewing of my food.
They all look at me curiously. I’m sure some of them are thinking “Whaaaaat? A blog? Why on earth are you here?” which of course is the reaction I am used to getting. They are too polite to say it out loud of course.