the end was just the beginning
Yesterday passed in a blur of craft, cooking and medical emergencies at housegoeshome. Sprog 1 borrowed a book from the library on Friday called Me Make Monster and spent the next 36 hours begging to sew a "Basic Beastie". Whoever decided to christen it a "Basic Beastie" - Jenny Harada according to the book cover - has... Continue Reading →
The Farmer's Direct glut continues ... I'm tackling it with a Louisiana-style dinner party this evening with my sister's new bloke. We're having hot crab dip with crudites for starters, oven-fried chicken with mashed potatoes, coleslaw and cornbread for main, and apple crumble for dessert. The apple crumble is fresh out of the oven and looking... Continue Reading →
I wander into the semi-darkness/darkness every morning to walk or jog. Always have. I wake early. Much earlier that everyone else in my house. I figure I should use the time wisely before the madness of the day begins. Early morning walks/jogs are very popular in my neck of the woods, so I pass loads of people in my travels.... Continue Reading →
I was a bit stumped when Farmer's Direct sent me three persimmons a few weeks ago. But http://www.sassicaandsalter.com.au assured me they would be fabulous in a persimmon bread recipe, which they kindly forwarded to me. I took their advice and gave their recipe a twist, changing a few ingredients, dropping a few (like the brandy) and turning them into... Continue Reading →
Bianca Wordley wrote a post at The Hoopla earlier this week about her anxiety issues, called Welcome to My Crazy Head. Reading it reminded me of the dark days when a bad situation and bad people left me with anxiety so crushing I had heart palpitations. Fortunately they're gone from my life - the bad situation, the bad people and the heart palpitations - and the only signs... Continue Reading →
Seriously, what was the woman thinking? She was lucky enough to spend 14 years with a freaky method actor who admits his emotional growth ceased at age 17. He blames armadillos for trashing his hotel room. His idea of fun is jamming with Marilyn Manson. He wears more jewellery than she does. He takes his bisexual co-stars to Las Vegas... Continue Reading →
I'm ashamed of myself. I'm praying that Sprog 2 wakes up well this morning. Not because I'm concerned about her health. Well, I am, but it's not my primary motivation. She has been home for three days with a coldy/flu thing, but today I really need to shove her off to school because I have... Continue Reading →
I'm sneaking veggies into kids' lunchboxes over at Kidspot's Village Voices this week. Not dipping them in hummus or slipping them in sangas, but pureeing and stirring them into muffins and cupcakes. Sounds weird, but works a treat! Go to ... http://blogs.kidspot.com.au/villagevoices/sweet-treats-with-hidden-veggies/
I don't know how the Gen Ys do it. How do they follow their favourite websites, Twitter and Facebook and still have time for an actual face-to-face life? I've heard the trick is to consume everything simultaneously - listen to music on your iPod while typing on your laptop, checking your iPhone's Twitter feed and drinking a can of Mother. But I'm exhausted by... Continue Reading →
I was distraught when I arrived home and discovered Husband cooking dinner. Not quite the reaction he'd hoped to get after slaving over a hot stove. Actually, the stove is why I was distraught, as I'd been planning on making the recipe in my slow-cooker to see how it went. It's funny the things that distress a foodie. When I climbed... Continue Reading →
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