ragingyoghurt is a sort-of food blog written about stuff that happens and stuff that gets eaten in one girl’s life. the girl is 37, and lives in the inner west of sydney with an exuberant and chatty five-year old, and longs for silence. which perhaps disqualifies me from calling myself a girl, but which possible sounds better than bitter, almost-middle-aged woman.

i started blogging, officially, in 2003, and repurposed the name “ragingyoghurt” from one half of my final year design school project, a large-format zine with a grunge aesthetic, about junk food and punk music. (the other half of my design school project — at UTS viscom, if yer interested — was a minute-long animated cartoon about a hapless writer who never meets his deadline because of the dastardly manoeuvres of his evil pet prawn. the prawn’s name was cracker. that was in 1994. gee, how i miss the 90s.)

it kinda seems like i’ve been writing a long time, and sometimes i just stop for a week becomes a month becomes nine. i think i’m writing again, for now.

when i’m not, i work as a freelance graphic designer and illustrator, look after the kid, try and sneak out to the movies, think about cake, eat cake, choose not to give in to cake…

i have three adriano zumbo cakes named after me, and they were all lovely and delicious. such are the benefits of a prolific career in cake-consumption.

say hello if you see me in the street. i am hideously shy and retiring, but will probably manage a hello back. write to me (insert @) if you like. i will probably write back.

thank you and good day,
bowb