the end was just the beginning
Those bastards at Farmer's Direct sent me a bunch of beetroot last week. Beetroot! If there's one vegetable I've never wanted to tackle it's beetroot. Every five years or so, when I fancy my hamburger with beetroot on it, I just buy a small can of the stuff. I don't grab a bunch from Harris Farm, boil the buggery out of... Continue Reading →
I am so full of crap. Women aren't my bread and butter. Bread and butter implies simplicity. There's nothing simple about women. I'm 44 and still baffled by them. I've learned to move among them and act like one of the tribe, but the intricacies of female relationships confound me. And they require a lot of maintenance. I'm... Continue Reading →
I've spent most of the week blissfully disinterested in the Liz Hurley vs Simone Warne hoo-hah. But Ros Reines' column in The Sunday Telegraph, taking pot-shots at wicked Liz, made me cross. Divorces are a big, fat pain. They're not fun for anyone. They're not fun for the couple splitting, they're not fun for the kids involved, and they're a... Continue Reading →
I was lurking about on notanothermumblog last week reading her latest post, Girls Rule! (http://notanothermumblog.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/girls-rule/), when I found myself typing the comment words: "Women are my bread and butter. Men are my chilli crab." Notanothermumblog had been musing on her preference for the company of women over men, clarifying that it wasn't about "sapphic pleasures". I begged to differ. About... Continue Reading →
This was my status update on Facebook this afternoon. I was at Merewether SurfHouse. I was drinking pinot gris. The weather was gorgeous. The view was divine. The parking was free ... It's times such as these that I fantasise about moving back to my birthplace. Living a simpler life. Wandering barefoot on the beach every afternoon. My drinking... Continue Reading →
Sprog 2 settled down with some buttered toast to watch one of her favourite movies yesterday morning, Wall-E. And it reminded me of a story I wrote, but never published, about a shell-shocked visit I paid to Florida. Since I've been busy disposing of taking the roosters to a farm instead of blogging, I thought... Continue Reading →
Ultimate comfort food, what more can I say? Sausages with cauliflower cheese mash INGREDIENTS: 5 medium potatoes, peeled and cubed; half a cauliflower, cut into florets; 100ml long-life cream (I prefer mine lactose free); 1 cup grated cheddar cheese; knob of butter; sea salt and freshly ground pepper; olive oil; 2 red onions; sliced; few sprigs... Continue Reading →
It was a sloooooow day for the blog yesterday, reaffirming something I've long suspected: readers hate posts about chooks. (What is wrong with you people? Chooks are awesome.) Undaunted - well, slightly daunted - I opened (sought solace in) a bottle of cheap sav blanc and started analysing all the dirty stuff people (men) have searched to arrive at housegoeshome. Because if there's one thing working at Cosmo magazine for nine years... Continue Reading →
Remember the Spice & Co Aussie BBQ mix I used on the beef fillet last week? I had a bit left, so I rubbed some salmon fillets with it. I reckon it worked even better on them. I've also been feeling a bit guilty about my addiction to Meredith marinated goat's cheese. It's expensive and all that oil just gets chucked... Continue Reading →
I played chook lotto and I lost. I stuck my hand in a box of fluffy chicks and pulled out two roosters. (Come to think of it, playing rooster roulette might be a more accurate description.) I didn't know they were roosters at the time. I fed, nurtured and heat-lamped the little guys in my family room for... Continue Reading →
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