the end was just the beginning
One of my Xmas gifts from Husband was an Apple TV thingy. It was actually a present for him, with a gift tag attached to it saying it was for me. Husband has been having great fun with my Xmas present. And I have to admit it's growing on me too. My favourite thing it does is show movie trailers. Heaps and... Continue Reading →
I can sum it up in one word: horrified. Give me a few more words and I'd add "distraught", "hysterical" and "exhausted". Warning – if you haven't had a baby and wish to remain blissfully ignorant about the horrors of childbirth, stop reading. If, on the other hand, you are feeling deeply suspicious of people who say, “it’s... Continue Reading →
I don't know the meaning of Silent Sunday. What's that all about? All these bloggers seem to be doing it. Just a photo, no words. Not me. I talk/type all the time. Especially when I've had alcohol or caffeine. Can't help myself. I am like a verbal fountain. Well, except with my family. Then I'm... Continue Reading →
Farmer's Direct sent me this ginormous head of cauliflower on Thursday. Fortunately no weird stuff like beetroot or dill. The cauliflower was taking up half a shelf in the fridge, so I chopped it into chunks, added some chicken stock and spices and made soup for lunch today. Yum. AFRICAN-SPICED CAULIFLOWER SOUP Ingredients 2 tablespoons olive... Continue Reading →
Sprog 1's long-daycare buddy is coming to lunch tomorrow with her family. It's so lovely that we've stayed in touch. I'm preparing a Spanish barbie to celebrate: Manchego cheese, chorizo and olives for starters; marinated steak, garlicky potato salad and greens for main; mandarin cake for dessert (recipes to follow over the coming days). Yesterday I thought I'd do some prep. I... Continue Reading →
The memory of Sydney being scorched by drought seems almost surreal these days. When we moved to New York in 2008, Sydney was dry as a bone. The Sprogs had never know the childhood pleasure of hi-jinks with a garden hose. Now Sydney's seems permanently soggy and I sometimes wonder if the rain will ever stop. (Though we've had... Continue Reading →
It's my shameful secret but I'm so cross about losing my beloved radio station that I've decided to come out of the closet. And I'm shouting: WHAT THE FARK HAVE YOU DONE TO 95.3FM, YOU FARKING TOOLS? OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! Husband is sick of me ranting to him about it, so he suggested I ear-bash you instead. He was never a... Continue Reading →
I love, love, love noodles. One of my all-time favourite dishes is char kway teow, it's orgasmically good. As Singaporeans would say, it's "die die must try". When Husband and I lived in Singapore we'd go on weekend expeditions in search of the island's best char kway teow. Oh how I miss Singaporean food. Go there... Continue Reading →
It's been almost a year since House went home. I've been wondering - yet again - what to do with the rest of my life. And I've decided what I really want to do is write. Which is fortunate since I spend so much time blogging. But, while blogging has been bliss, it's not financially rewarding. So I'm thinking I might write a book (no... Continue Reading →
I'm having space problems in my fridge. I can't fit all the veg in. After assessing my heaving crisper, I decided carrots and sweet potato were the most overstocked items. So I made soup out of them. It went down a treat. Sprog 1 loved it, I sent some to work with Husband for his lunch and - as... Continue Reading →
