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Lazy cow disease
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 →
Pesto risotto with baked salmon
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 →
Birds and bees and bashful me
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 →
Crafty Sunday with orange muffins (and a cross-dressing Mexican restauranteur)
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 →
Who were you on your wedding day?
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 →
Cream of spinach soup
I recently signed up to Farmer's Direct. (Well, to be totally accurate, they hooked Husband. I can't leave him alone for a second. We were at Westfield the other day, I turn my back for two seconds and he buys all this stuff from the Dead Sea Salt stand.) Farmer's Direct is freaking me out. Every Thursday... Continue Reading →
Running around like a mad woman
I went jogging this morning at 6.33am, way behind schedule. I woke at 5.17am, but faffed around on the computer for too long. As I belted down the street I fretted. Fretting is one of my great talents. I may not be able to change a tyre or swim or clean my own house, but I can... Continue Reading →
Expat tales: Packing up is hard to do
Another trip down memory lane. Three years ago this week, we were packing to return to Australia after 10 months in New York. Husband's scholarship to university had run out and we couldn't afford to stay on. Looking back, the things that stick in my mind were our local Thai restaurant, Thai Market, the Hungarian Pastry Shop and... Continue Reading →
It’s the end of the world as we know it
I thought the world was ending when a plane had crashed into the World Trade Centre. I was on the step-machine in my Singapore condo's gym, an ashen-faced security guard tottered over and broke the news. I ran upstairs to wake Husband, terrified it meant World War 3. I feared for humanity again yesterday when I read that a bloke's arm was partially... Continue Reading →
