I remember when I was quite a small child my grandfather had a shack on Bribie Island. Just before dusk, he would take his rod and walk down to the beach. We kids would play in the shallows and barely have time to make a sandcastle before it was time to head back with a bucket full of whiting fillets.
Our northern apricots don’t compare with the golden, aromatic, dripping with juice things I remember from Tasmania.
This is one of my favourite recipes for a “meal tree” for a new mum.
If you don’t have kale, I think the filling in this recipe will work just as well with cabbage if you reduce the water and the cooking time a little.
Cassandra’s mum’s braised artichokes actually, and they’ve converted me.
Artichokes, to my mind, are too fiddly for everyday eating, but they make the absolute best party food.
This is an adaption of an adaption of a traditional Italian recipe.