barfblog.com is my baby.
And it’s not every day your baby gets written up by The Washington Post.
The reality is me sitting on my couch at 3 a.m. in Brisbane, cranking stuff out because I love it.
barfblog.com has become a labour of love, in that I haven’t been paid to do it since Dec. 2016. Every time I try to get out, I get pulled back in.
But I need a paycheck.
Rather than go through the Byzantine Australian system of having third-parties post jobs, and then only hiring internally to meet some union rule, I figured it’s time to throw myself out there after 3 broken ribs.
Everyone loves food safety, as long as it’s free.
I am an Australian citizen (and Canadian and American), I have a full driver’s license, and like long walks on the beach.
I don’t care if it’s academic, government or labourer (anyone who thinks there is a difference is seriously into the British caste system – we’re not, me, Amy, Ben, all public school right through to PhDs).
I made the commitment with Amy to move to Brisbane in 2011, and have been a bit grumpy since 2013 when Kansas State decided I had retired my full professoring position because of poor attendance.
I’m working on a book, but making money on that is similar to me playing goal for the Toronto Maple Leafs. And I love the immediacy of barfblog.com.
The blog updates pretty frequently, and every week or so it puts out Food Safety Talk, a wide-ranging podcast that tackles the issues of the day. The blog also offers information on big outbreaks and food recalls, and it gives helpful tips on how to avoid gastrointestinal disaster.
If you’re revolted by talk of poo and puke, you might steer away. Better to go elsewhere if you’re offended by the occasional curse word, too.
That said, there’s no more informative way to keep up to speed on the way illness can spread from farm to fork — even if you can’t stomach some of the subject matter.
That’s some high praise, and I’ll take it.