I write about travel, work and money. Sometimes fiction.
First Place in Travel Cuisine Challenge.
Vocal had a truly special writer, Tom Bradbury whom we lost. Please read & enjoy his work and keep his words alive.
- First Place in Travel Cuisine Challenge
How Bali Taught Me To Love Tempeh
Before I moved to Bali, I didn't really care for tempe (or tempeh, as it's spelled in the West). The few times I'd ordered it in vegetarian restaurants, it was cooked in a stew or grilled as a whole cake, and tasted soggy or bland. But that's not the best way to eat this unique fermented food made from soybeans. Indonesia is full of a range of delicious recipes made from tempe, and the people here have been cooking with it for hundreds of years. After all, they invented tempe.
So you want to live in Bali?
I live in Bali. Now, before you say, awwww, that must be like living in Paradise, let me give you a quick reality check. Yes, it can be an amazing life. There aren't all the rules and regulations that constrict us in the Western world. People come to Bali to re-invent themselves, create new careers and lives, find love, get healthy and fit, tap into or expand their spirituality -- think Eat, Pray, Love and how Liz Gilbert re-discovered herself, her love of writing and found a soulmate.
"Where are my scissors?"
Introduction So I'm living here in Bali, Indonesia, raising an adopted daughter. Long story short - she was fostered with the director of the health center where I came to volunteer many years ago. Her birth family couldn't afford to keep her. When she was two, Elle adopted both of us as her mothers (that's a different story) and so we co-parent her. She divides her time between our two homes. We -- her two Moms -- are also creatives. We're both writers, for one thing, and I'm also a knitter, while the Other Mother sews and makes jewelry. We've passed our love of creating on to Elle. The women in her birth family are weavers, so maybe creativity is in her blood as well.
Siri, Why Do Monkeys Show Their Teeth?
I was driving through Ubud's Sacred Monkey Forest on my motorbike when I saw a mother macaque, grooming a young monkey, while three others waited their turn. The family was perched on top of one of the wire fences that separate the concrete walking path from the rest of the forest.
The cutter pauses as he fingers my hair, Then he leans in, a half-smile on his face, a knowing look, He drops his voice down low.
Childless Aegeus was the king of Athens. His greatest wish was for a son to succeed him. He journeyed to the Oracle of Delphi to seek advice. The Oracle told him: “Do not drink freely of wine until you are safely home in Athens, lest you die of grief.”
As I walked in the door of my tiny apartment, the phone was ringing. I grabbed it before the answering machine cut in. I was breathless from running up the flight of stairs.
Pizza with Love
In 2004, my partner Tom and I were driving out of Melbourne to visit his parents. They lived in the small country hamlet of Violet Town, near Shepparton, a two-hour drive from the city. One of us had worked late so we were leaving the city about 9 pm. Neither of us had eaten, and we decided to stop on the way at a restaurant, rather than delay ourselves even more by making a meal at home.