petershaming

The unavoidable noise of planes flying over the low houses gives your time in Petersham a quite distinctive soundtrack. 

Our days in the hood were partially inspired by a few middle Eastern flavours. So, we drove to Canterbury to stock on pita and saj.

Eggplant had to be part of our incursions, and it was a remarkable idea.

I'm not sure where or why, but I got some sort of fixation about this butter churned by Pepe Saya in Tempe.

Hummus