Three of Sydneys Best Vegan Burgers

As they say in Cornwall “Well, Burger me!”. I love a burger. A vegan burger of course. But I have been a bit fed up in the past of the same three choices: Falafal burger, lentil burger or non descript “veggie burger” which usually consists of mashed potato with peas and sweetcorn in the shape of a patty. BORING!!

Luckily Sydney is the vegan fatties dream when it comes to cruelty free burgers, and I’ve been munching my way through quite a few.

I still have a little research left to do (followed by a lot of exercise I expect…) but here are my 3 favorite vegan burgers I’ve been chomping through in Sydney: Continue reading Three of Sydneys Best Vegan Burgers


Nourishing Vegan Avocado, Lime and Coconut Face Mask

Ooops I’ve done it again. I have promised to be better at posting blogs, only to get distracted by sunny Australian beaches, lazy Game of Thrones nights and wine…Sorry!

But on the plus side, my lazy winter procrastinations (yes it is pretty cold here in Sydney) has meant that I have been testing out a vast variety of home made pamper treatments and have discovered this tropical blend.

During a long weekend break to Byron Bay with my lovely friend Kate, we binged on episodes of Lost, windy beach walks and this AMAZING avocado, lime and coconut yogurt face mask. We honestly got so addicted we indulged 3 nights in a row, and left the party beach atmosphere of Byron looking more glowing and refreshed than when we arrived! Continue reading Nourishing Vegan Avocado, Lime and Coconut Face Mask

Is Embracing Domesticity Crushing Feminism and Making us Feel Old?

As I sit here on a rainy Sunday afternoon in Sydney, with a cup of herbal tea in one hand and my yarn weaving kit in the other, a younger Trudi may well have laughed and called me old before my time. She may have giggled at my oversized grandad sweater, woolly socks and comfy granny pants, or questioned why I had chosen to listen to chilled Morcheeba over progressive metal band Tool (though they are still my favourite band).

A younger Trudi would certainly have been in shock to hear that I spent my birthday celebrations last night having a low key, albeit delicious, South Indian dinner out with just the one cocktail; before heading back home by 10pm to enjoy a bottle of Pinot Noir and an early night.

I mean, I’m 31 years old; arguably still in my prime. Should I not prefer boozy parties, dancing and late night antics to blankets, tea and crafts? Have I really become old before my time, or am I simply mature and wise enough to recognise when my tastes (and energy levels) have evolved? Continue reading Is Embracing Domesticity Crushing Feminism and Making us Feel Old?