the end was just the beginning
People have been offering suggestions on subjects I should blog about. It's very thoughtful, because blogging can be a grind. Since I launched housegoeshome - almost a year ago - I've written 411 posts and my brain does get constipated sometimes. My sister pulled me aside at the school fundraiser on Saturday night to tell me about a friend of a friend who went for a massage in Oxford Street... Continue Reading →
I was a bit nervous about serving this to the Sprogs as it contains dried chipolte chillies (ordered from http://www.herbies.com.au). So I went for novelty presentation - a tortilla basket - to distract them from the new flavours. And it worked! They scoffed every mouthful. As it's simmered in a slow-cooker you can use really cheap... Continue Reading →
School fundraisers are a bugger to organise. I take my hat off to the amazing women who made ours happen last night. Freaking awesome dedication. I got exhausted just watching them transform our local pub into a Venetian palazzo. My paltry contribution was to tie endless knots in endless helium balloons and eat free hot chips, before popping home to shave my... Continue Reading →
Today at Village Voices I'm cooking with chevaps - those skinless snags you get at Woolies or Coles. If you haven't discovered them yet, I recommend giving them a try. They're a firm favourite with the Sprogs. Well, perhaps not when served with the recipe below, as it's more of a grown-up treat. But it's easy enough... Continue Reading →
As I squatted on a nature strip the other night, wiping Sprog 1's dog-poo-covered sandal on the wet grass, I cursed its deep treads. As I sniffed the floor of the car for stinky bits, I cursed the person who didn't pick up their dog's poo after it was extruded. As I realised Sprog 1 had trodden on her new library book with the dog-poo-covered sandal ... I breathed a huge... Continue Reading →
What's with all the Disney child stars wanting to get saucy way too early? Britney Spears, Vanessa Hudgens, Miley Cyrus ... sex tapes, naughty photos, going commando ... You didn't see Haley Mills carrying on with that sort of nonsense. Ah, those were the days, or the Sunday nights to be more accurate. Curled up on... Continue Reading →
I need more shoes. OK, need probably isn't the correct word. I would like a new pair of shoes. I'm going to a school fundraiser on Saturday night and I don't think sneakers will cut it. Sneakers don't say "masked ball" and that's the fancy theme. I've got loads of high heels in my wardrobe, but I can't totter around in them all... Continue Reading →
I've been a chicken sandwich afficionado since childhood. My nan always had a boiled bird in the fridge and my favourite brekkie at her place was a toasted sanga with chook, butter and mayo. I've gone low-carb these days, so I usually eat my chicken breadless with salad on the side. Snore. But occasionally I made chook sandwiches as an afternoon nibble... Continue Reading →
I've always been blessed in the tress department. During my teens, Dad would marvel at the abundant strands he'd find hanging from light fittings, clogging drains, covering the carpet. It didn't matter how many I shed, I always had plenty to spare. Unfortunately, as I've grown older, I've started growing strands in other places. Wrong places. Frida Kahlo places. And worse. The... Continue Reading →
As mentioned in my gym moan this morning, I had cheese and spinach filo triangles for dinner last night. They were delicious. As I made them, I also know they were fattening. I'd forgotten how evil filo pastry is. Not to mention being frickin' annoying and messy to prepare. The spinach mixture was fantastic though, so I think I'll put it... Continue Reading →
