My Stepdad, Von was a share house veteran. His tales of share house living in regional Victoria are, at best, raw. At the end of one lease, he and his housemates put on a party so cordial that the guests […]
All aboard the lettuce boat! This week, we’ve created something that rivals even the best San Choi Bao, one of my favourite Asian treats. Years ago I tried to recreate the magic at the share house. All was going fairly […]
My old pal Benny used to love Sriracha. He called it ‘cock sauce’, as many do, a cheeky take on the rooster logo on the exterior of this particular Asian chilli condiment. Benny used to drizzle cock sauce on everything. […]
Life at the Slam Palace was choc full of sunshine and tasty good times. When it came to dining in our swank inner Fitzroy share house abode, we extended a no fuss sensibility; rarely glamorous, our meals typically straddled the […]
This one goes out to my old man, a rendition of one of his very favourite late night snacks. It’s also one that I wish I had the forethought to concoct when I was jonesing for late night munchies back […]
The expression ‘Japanese full’ got bandied around quite a bit back in our sharehouse days. That elusive 80% mark; genuine post-meal satisfaction, without feeling like a garden rotunda. We used it normally as a benchmark for knowing just how far […]
Well before I moved out to my first sharehouse I used to work at a place called Noodle Hut, one of those tiny joints where Asian chefs fry your meal on hot burners with their backs to you and a […]
For a brief time, in between stints at the Slam Palace and the P.A Mansion, I lived in a sharehouse a walk away from Victoria St, Richmond, the commercial strip in inner Melbourne known for a few things—heroin, traffic congestion […]
The humble mushroom can be a polarising fungus. My ‘Drette’ housemate, Tockley would recoil in horror at both the thought and sight of a rogue shroom in his nightly meal. Another mate, Dodgy Rogers, was all too fond of the […]
The kitchen smells like fag ends and stale yeast. Your head is a bottle of ghosts, mouth like a fur boot. The lounge, a forest of empties, footprints on the ceiling. In the backyard, someone you’ve never seen before is […]
After years of living in gritty share houses—some wonderful, some pitiful—Honor Kennedy and Cam Hassard met each other in one.
Now living together in a Berlin apartment, they reflect on the gritty traditions of their sharehouse past, an homage to all the good bits of shared life—the camaraderie, the community, the meals and the wine.