• Roasted peanuts, to serve
• Mint leaves, to serve
• Coriander leaves, to serve
METHOD
1. Cook the rice according to packet instructions. Drain and set aside.
2. Combine the chilli jam, sambal and 1 tbs oil in a bowl. Set aside.
3. Heat remaining 2 tbs oil in a wok or frypan over medium-high heat. Add curry paste and cook, stirring, for 2-3 minutes until fragrant. Add fish sauce, prawns, beans and onion, and cook, stirring, for a further 3-4 minutes until prawns are opaque. Stir through the lime juice and remove from heat.
4. To serve, spoon rice into the lettuce cups and top with prawn larb, chilli jam dressing, peanuts and herbs. Serve with lime wedges to squeeze over.
You can find this recipe (as well as many more) at Delicious.com.au
First Chapter Preview: Aussie Actually
It's a hate-lust-love kinda thing…
Aussie Actually
(The De Luca Sisters, Book Three)
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The De Luca Sisters trilogy comes to an end. But what a way to finish! This book has hate at first sight, lust at second sight, followed by love at third sight. There's insanely hot nookie, a failed heroic flooded creek rescue, and some very bad dancing.
Studying her reflection in the full-length mirror, Zeta scowled at her older sister. “I’m still angry at you there’s no tulle.”
“Tulle was never an option, Z.” Bria crossed the spacious room and stood behind Zeta, meeting her gaze in the mirror as she did up the long zipper of the dress Zeta wore.
Zeta smoothed her palms over the emerald-green satin slip dress now hugging her body. She grinned at Bria. “Boring.”
“My wedding, my choice,” Bria said with her own grin, adjusting how her boobs sat in the exquisitely beaded bodice of the ivory chiffon and satin sleeveless dress she wore. “When you get married, you can have as much tulle as you like, and I will happily wear it.”
“Ha, jokes on you.” Zeta smirked. “I’m never getting married.”
“Sure you’re not.” Bria tapped her on the nose. “I believe you. But when you do, it I’ll wear as much tulle as you want.”
“Hold her to that, Z,” Elisa said, joining them in front of the mirror. She too adjusted her breasts in the dress she wore, the style and color identical to Zeta’s. Almost. “My boobs are getting so big.” She turned, running her hands over the gentle swell of her stomach pushing against the satin. “Twins. I can’t believe I’m having twins.”
“I can’t believe you also denied me tulle at your wedding, Lis.” Zeta bent over, drawing her head close to Elisa’s baby-bump. “Your mom is a party-pooper, little ones. And so is your Aunty B.”
“Hey hey hey.” Elisa covered her belly with her palms, mock indignation in her voice. “Stop telling them I’m no fun.”
Laughing, Zeta straightened and smoothed her bridesmaid dress down again. Despite her jest, it truly was stunning and she looked stunning in it.
It was a huge difference from her normal attire. The wardrobe of a zoo-keeper tended to be dominated by khaki chinos, khaki shirts, khaki boots, and jeans. Lots of jeans. Usually faded. And smelling of, in her case, cheetahs. No matter how many times she washed them, the clothes she worked in always smelled like the cheetahs at the San Diego Safari Park. And because she worked almost all the time, almost all her clothes were clothes she worked in.
But not this dress.
This dress…
“This dress truly is bellissima, Bri,” she said, turning to give Bria’s cheek a soft kiss. “Even without any tulle. I feel amazing in it.”
Bria stopped fiddling with the small white roses pinned in her hair at her right temple and looked at her. “You are amazing, Zeta. And I’ve missed you so much.”