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In 1984 I landed in Bali on a mission to learn about the food I had devoured on my first visit in the 70’s. I returned to Ubud, met Ketut, a Balinese man and my future husband and without much thought and with gilded stars spinning in my eyes, moved to this charming hillside town. I threw myself into an intriguing new life and ate as much as I could on the way.

Back then, ducks, cows and farmers wandered down the main road, telephones were few and far between, rice fields filled the spaces and life was slow. That was more 30 years ago. Since that time, 4 babies have been born and businesses have blossomed. Our children are now stepping into our shoes..

Ketut and I are the proud owners of Casa Luna and Indus restaurants, Honeymoon Guesthouse and the Honeymoon Bakery. We also run Casa Luna Cooking School where I share the secrets of Balinese cooking and the healing properties of spices. The Emporium, next door to Casa Luna, is a treasure chest of artisan Indonesian crafts, from wood-carvings to hand-woven textiles and homewares. Drop in and say hello!

Book_Cover_Bali On the table before me lies my favourite Balinese meal: nasi campur, a serve of freshly steamed rice topped with small helpings of delicious things. There is braised tempeh, gently spiced smoked sardines, wok-fried water spinach with a scattering of sliced chillies, amber-tinged chicken, warm sprouts and green amaranth tossed in peanut sauce, plus fried sambal – which I simply can’t live without. Just a spoonful of each alongside the rice is enough to satisfy the stomach and enliven the tastebuds. Nasi campur is in fact nothing out of the ordinary, but simply the nourishing daily fare that is prepared in every home, food stall and market in every Balinese village. The selection of toppings is determined by the bountiful range of seasonal produce available. Since I moved to Bali I have eaten nasi campur nearly every day and I will never tire of it. It pretty well sums up Indonesia: small islands of food brought together by steamed rice. My first visit to Bali was in 1974 as a Melbourne secondary-school student. It was a trip that made an impact from which I’ve never recovered. I felt like Alice stepping into a surreal wonderland of startling beauty and wild energy. I tasted food that defied description, watched dance movements that resembled the fl utter of gilded butterflies, and saw processions that took my breath away.

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I am in a taxi driving through the back streets of Jogjakarta past candy-coloured houses, warungs fringed with sunsilk satchets flapping in the sun, free-range goats grazing on dirt, grandpas chatting on rickety bamboo chairs, head-scarfed school girls and rice-fields. Mangut Mbah Marto