the end was just the beginning
I lit out of the house early this morning and left Husband and the Sprogs to their own devices. So they went worming in the reserve across the road. As you do. And now the worms are sitting in a worm farm on my kitchen bench. Ewwww. Ewwwww. Ewwwww. Ewwww ... Then Sprog 1 got to work on... Continue Reading →
It's amazing what you can get for $2.99 at Woolies these days. The Sprogs will lurve these on Easter morning. They'll come in very handy on the cruise. I reckon New Zealand could get quite chilly in April (considering how goddamn cold Sydney is in early March). Now, if the Bunny could just bring me some eye-bag surgery as my Easter pressie ... PS This short blog is dedicated to Helen, who tells... Continue Reading →
Everyone knows how to make spag bol, so I feel a bit daft posting this. But it solves the problem of what to feed the kids when you want something low-carb and they want something carb-o-riffic. Spag bol 2 ways INGREDIENTS: 1kg minced beef; olive oil; 600ml passata; 2 tblsps tomato paste; assorted vegies (I chose a... Continue Reading →
Life has been pretty cold, wet, dreary and uneventful lately. And I have shocking PMT. I need cheering up. So I'm going to tell you about seeing Hugh Jackman naked. In real life. That always makes me smile. (It's working already! I'm grinning like a madwoman in a shopping centre food court, exiled from my home by the cleaners,... Continue Reading →
When I was in New York I wrote a blog that few people read. It was for a lovely magazine that few people bought, called Wondertime. I stumbled across some of my blog posts while clearing stuff off an old laptop. Since I've recently become addicted to blogging twice a day, I thought I'd share the occasional one with... Continue Reading →
I'm not a car person. Husband isn't either. We only have one and it doesn't get much love. It's 10 years old, dented, plastered with stickers and littered with old Diet Coke cans and crumbs and other crap. It stands out like dogs' balls at school pick-up. We live in a shiny, new Volvo people-mover... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1 is addicted to curry. Sprog 2, not so much. When I cooked this dish last night, Sprog 1 rejoiced, Sprog 2 moaned. When I asked Sprog 2 what she'd like me to cook tomorrow night, she said "pillows". Pillows are Latina ravioli. Served plain, with a sprinkle of parmesan on top. I explained that... Continue Reading →
My astronomically expensive one-month gym membership expires on Monday. Should I stay or should I go? If I join for 12 months, it will cost me less than a quarter of the cleaner's bill each week. Isn't getting myself in order as important as getting the house in order? Plus I get a free Daily Telegraph every time I go. I don't get that from my cleaner.... Continue Reading →
This is the Sprogs' all-time favourite dinner. I've mentioned the recipe many times, but I took a photo of it last night, so I've given it a blog of its own. Normally I just buy Ronda Garlic Aioli from Woolies. But I think the bastards have discontinued it. As they always do with stuff I like. So I... Continue Reading →
I think I'm becoming a "woman of a certain age". I've been admiring "woman of a certain age" boutiques. There's one in every middle-class shopping strip. They're filled with scented candles, chunky jewellery and vaguely ethnic fashions. I gaze at the dresses in the window and think "ooooh, what a gorgeous colour!" and "my, such lovely embroidery!". I fantasise about trying things on. I imagine how casually elegant I'd look. But I... Continue Reading →
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