Why I Gave Up a $250K Salary to Serve Ants—and Found Purpose

For 22 years, I wore suits, sat in boardrooms, and signed off on multi-million-dollar spreadsheets. I was the finance guy the one who could talk ROI in his sleep. But one day, I looked at my $250K salary and realised something terrifying: I was rich in numbers but poor in meaning. That’s when I walked away from the spreadsheets… and into the bush. Literally. Today, I serve finger lime, green ants, and kangaroo salami to curious travellers. Wild? Absolutely. Worth it? More than I ever imagined.
Table of Contents
- From Boardrooms to Bush Tucker
- The Burger That Broke My Soul
- Serving Ants Isn’t the Weirdest Part
- Building Something From Scratch (With Zero Roadmap)
- Failures, Fumbles, and Finger Lime
- The People Behind the Plates
- Finding Purpose on the Plate
- Conclusion: What’s a Salary Compared to Soul?
From Boardrooms to Bush Tucker
I wasn’t always the guy handing out green ants on a tasting spoon. I was the CFO for a $4 billion project, with KPIs, deadlines, and meetings stacked like Tetris. But something felt wrong. I realised I was spending my prime years approving bland catering for even blander meetings. One too many beige sandwiches later, I made the leap.
The Burger That Broke My Soul
The tipping point? Watching tourists fly 15 hours to Australia… only to eat at Burger King. That moment killed me. This country has flavours most Aussies haven’t even tried lemon myrtle, wattleseed, saltbush, Davidson plum and somehow, we let them miss it. That’s when I decided: if no one’s showing off our native food, I will.
Serving Ants Isn’t the Weirdest Part
People flinch when I mention ants. “You want me to eat what?” But they do. And they love it. Green ants taste like citrus pop rocks—tangy, crunchy, unforgettable. The point isn’t just novelty. It’s reconnection. To country. To story. To food that existed long before farm-to-table became a trend.
Building Something From Scratch (With Zero Roadmap)
There was no guidebook. Just blind faith, a Canva logo, and a dodgy market stall where I lost thousands. I learned everything the hard way: cold-calling the wrong people, pitching tours with a stutter, and hosting events where one person showed up. But I treated them like ten. Every single mistake made the mission sharper.
Failures, Fumbles, and Finger Lime
I once left a guest’s lunch on a park bench it got stolen. I biked through a storm for a $20 booking. I’ve been ghosted by ‘hot leads’ and humbled by kids who tasted bush honey and said, “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” Failures hurt. But every fumble forced me to build something more real. More human.
The People Behind the Plates
This journey isn’t just about the food it’s about the people. The distillers who add finger lime to gin like it’s liquid gold. The aunties who taught me the names of native plants. The quiet legends who’ve kept bush tucker alive while the world looked away. Our tours aren’t brochures. They’re stories. Laughs. Connection.
Finding Purpose on the Plate
Today, I run tours that make people cry in the good way. Guests tell me they’ve been to Australia four times and never tasted this. They leave with sticky fingers, full bellies, and a different understanding of what Aussie food can be. And me? I finally feel like I’m serving something that matters.
Conclusion: What’s a Salary Compared to Soul?
Walking away from a $250K job was scary. But not nearly as scary as a life unlived. I used to chase numbers. Now I chase flavour, story, and purpose. If you’d told me five years ago that I’d be serving ants and loving it, I would’ve laughed. But here we are. Wildly Australian, deeply local and exactly where I’m meant to be.









