the end was just the beginning
Husband "won" a gourmet hamper at the last school fundraiser and I've been trying to clear out the contents before they expire (which is what usually happens to all the odds and ends in my gourmet hampers). This week's clearance item: Spice & Co Australian BBQ Spice Mix. Inspired by a delicious beef fillet Husband's brother... Continue Reading →
I threw away all my fishnet stockings yesterday. Even the ones with the silver seams up the back. Not much call for fishnet stockings with silver seams at school pick-up. Despite there being a disproportionate number of retrenched dads loitering around. Way too obvious ... Joke. My wardrobe cull has reached the underwear drawer, where... Continue Reading →
This is Sprog 1's favourite soup. I first blogged about it back in October, sans pic. I finally got around to snapping it this week. Quite arty too, don't you think? Considering it was taken on our grotty old deck ... The recipe is a dumbed down version of a Gordon Ramsey classic. Enjoy! Roast Tomato Soup INGREDIENTS: 4 tablespoons olive oil,... Continue Reading →
My name is Alana House and I'm a shopping addict. I buy clothes and stash them - like an alcoholic and their four-litre flagons of sherry - in all my cupboards and drawers. I cleared out my wardrobe yesterday to make room for the half a GAP store I bought in Hawaii and counted my orange T-shirts. There were six. Who needs... Continue Reading →
Click on the link below - at Kidspot's Village Voices - to find out ... I know, the suspense is killing you ... http://blogs.kidspot.com.au/villagevoices/flowing-locks-over-forty/
Sprog 2 was home "sick" yesterday. Lots of melodramatic coughing and puppy dog eyes. I figured it wouldn't hurt to give her a day off. But you can't make the experience too attractive or they'll want to do it all the time. So I told her she had to lie in bed for an hour... Continue Reading →
This recipe is a bit haphazard - like the photo - as it was cooked under the influence ... But, sozzled or not, there's nothing more divine than pesto (except, perhaps, crab with stir-fried rice cake at New Shanghai). Love the stuff. I used the pesto I made on Friday (no official recipe, just a bunch of basil, about 2... Continue Reading →
Sex education was the topic du jour at a mums' dinner I attended last night. One of the mums has switched her son to a private school and he's being given The Talk soon, at a special after-school function. He's in year 3, the same as Sprog 1. I haven't even thought about having The Talk with Sprog 1.... Continue Reading →
Husband has a unique way of looking at weekends with the Sprogs: an opportunity for elaborate craft projects. Yesterday, he and Sprog 1 decided to make a Japanese temple. As you do. Balsa wood was purchased from a craft store, paints were mixed, drinking straws and cardboard boxes were pressed into service as roofing materials. It's... Continue Reading →
I was hopelessly naive. Not about the wedding night or catering costs or anything. No surprises there. But when it came to transport, I was a wide-eyed innocent. No, scrap that. I was a tight-arse fool. I didn't organise transportation to my own wedding. On purpose. To save money. We lived in East Sydney, I figured I'd just flag a cab down. I stood on a... Continue Reading →
