the end was just the beginning
I've been searching for my old Cosmo feature stories, when I was a dyke on a bike and a judge at Miss Nude Australia, so I can post something that's not about kitchens and meat pies. I don't want all my new, hip, young Twitter followers - courtesy of @MiaFreedman - thinking I'm terribly suburban and dull. So I ratted around in the attic yesterday, but... Continue Reading →
My kitchen is pissing me off. It might look light and white and nice, but it's a big con. It's really a death trap. And not because of my poor hygiene standards ... well, not just because of my poor hygiene standards. I know I shouldn't be complaining. I know I should be grateful for my light, white, nice kitchen. I know people... Continue Reading →
I used blackberries because they were cheap at my local fruit shop, and Sprog 1 loves them, but any berry would work in this yummy muffin recipe. BLACKBERRY AND MARSHMALLOW MUFFINS INGREDIENTS: 1 cup self-raising flour; 1 cup wholemeal self-raising flour; 1/2 cup caster sugar; 12 blackberries; 1 cup milk; 100g butter, melted; 1 egg, lightly beaten; 6... Continue Reading →
I've been nominated as one of the www.kidspot.com.au 50 Top Bloggers for 2012. Woot! Cool, huh? There's a cocktail party and everything. As part of the judging process I had to explain why I started blogging. The answer wasn't very winning. I started blogging because I didn't have anything else to do. I was unemployed and needed an anchor in my... Continue Reading →
Want your kids to think you're a total superhero in the kitchen? Get a pie-maker. They're pretty cheap at places like Kmart these days. My Sprogs would happily eat pies every night of the week. Their favourite is the trad meat pie, but they'll inhale just about anything wrapped in pastry. Very handy with leftovers. Husband, however, restricts their pie consumption... Continue Reading →
It's come to my attention that mothers are threatening children with my blog recipes, ie mummy snaps: "If you keep complaining about your dinner, I'll give you what the Sprogs are having - lamb korma curry with roti bread." Then they read out the ingredients as their children wail: "Noooo, Mummy, stop! That sounds disgusting! Stop, stop!" Which is not entirely what... Continue Reading →
It was a tough decision. I didn't feel an emotional connection to any of them. The only thing I wanted to read this morning was the newspaper report on poor Ian Turpie dying. But I couldn't cop out in my second week, I had to choose one. When I saw the WHO cover on Friday, I thought,... Continue Reading →
I was the girl with tears gushing down her face, watching Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares 2 U" over and over and over again. (Need a refresher? Go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUiTQvT0W_0) I'd push the VHS cassette in, press play, sob, press stop, rewind (clackety-clackety-clack), press play, sob ... over and over. I was living with him. One day he packed his bags and left. Forever. I called my best friend and blubbered... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, Husband took the Sprogs and a boarding-schooled son of Singapore-based friends to see the Picasso exhibition at the Art Gallery of NSW. I stayed at home making slow-roasted lamb and pudding for dinner. His mum said he'd love a roast. It was a bit frenetic. OK, a lot frenetic. But everyone loved the food, which made it pretty rewarding. Here are... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 woke early yesterday and asked if we could go for a walk. "Mummy can't," I said, "she has to go to jail." Sprog 2 didn't bat an eyelid, just curled up on the sofa to watch Charlie & Lola. Mummy had a hangover, so she wasn't really looking forward to jail. But she'd promised... Continue Reading →
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