Is no news. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not good. Not bad. Which all things considered in the world at this time makes us fortunate indeed. Therefore, somewhat surprising [even to me] that a blog post [late yet again for my self-imposed monthly deadline] materialised: In the words of Flannery O’Connor… I write because I … More No news…
Despite best efforts, it happened. The ‘Rona finally caught up with us. Both at the same time. For the past two and half years we’ve been, for the most, hiding out here in the hills; somewhat of a mystery as to where or when it overcame our longstanding defenses of masks, boosters, distancing and minimal … More Apparently, it was inevitable…
Autumn, not only my favourite season but one where nostalgia for the good ol’ days kicks up a notch as well as fallen leaves. Beyond the blessed rearview mirror perspective of festive season bullshit bustle, and with its tendency to confer gentle weather [although less than optimally wrought in 2022], mid-autumn notably also heralds the … More Sweet nostaglia
The tagline of this blog has always been there is an art to the everyday. For a while now I’ve been posting on the blog about once a month but pop in and out of Instagram most days; posting, commenting or liking. Currently I don’t have the inclination to write longish/numerous blog posts so the … More Summer edition
Lesson 3 of A Year of Writing to Uncover the Authentic Self course with Rachel Astor via DailyOM on the topic of “What is Missing?” asks “Have you ever felt like something is missing from your life? Chances are at some point you’ve felt that a small bit (or maybe a large chunk) of “something” … More A little ray of sunshine…
I’ve spent a lovely but hot and humid summer break in our post-bushfire -both local and political- landscape on holiday from my Tafe studies but not from reading, watching, learning, making… being incredibly grateful, and inspired. As I hope to do from time-to-time I’m sharing below a few things I’ve enjoyed and snippets I posted … More January 2020 round-up
Chokos are an old-time Aussie favourite, native to South America where it is known as chayote. The choko vine remains a feature of many backyards, growing over the chook pen or along a fence; bearing green, slightly spiky fruit with mild, white flesh. In Australia it was used as a pie or jam filler during … More The not so humble art of choko pickles
The power of cereal isn’t to be underestimated. Australia’s “muesli magnate” Narelle Plapp went from selling from the back of her car to a $5 million business in a decade.
As winter in Sydney oh so slowly relinquished its chilly grip I made the most of slow cooked food, the type we tend to eat only in the cooler months. And ticked off a few new-to-me ingredients I’ve wanted to try. Hence we’ve eaten slow braised ox-tail, lamb necks and a soupy-stew made with pearl barley.
Late in June the oven in our apartment stopped with a pop; adjourning baking of the G.O.’s rain-checked sausages, bacon & onion gravy birthday dinner to the electric fry-pan.
Having recovered from the flu lurgy that curtailed my Saturday morning farmers market expeditions I was desperate for farmers market eggs, fruit, vegetables, and meat. Despite stocking up there the previous Saturday, when Celia told me that Beth from Burrawong Gaian Poultry would have a stall at my local Eveleigh Farmers Market I didn’t hesitate in agreeing to meet … More In My Kitchen: birthday bits n’ pieces
I’m not one to hold a grudge… fortunately, in regard to chickens. Despite an indelible experience I had as a kid with a rooster I still admire their kind. And care about what manner of lives they have before they grace my table.
Over the past month the weather has gotten quite nippy here on the south east coast of Australia. It’s perfect for indoor enjoyments, warming our small apartment by turning the oven on, and comfort food. Just as well, because the G.O. and I have spent the last three weekends keeping each other cosy company on the couch … More In My Kitchen: baby, it’s cold outside…
I’d never thought of myself as a rebel. I’m a mutable Sagittarius. A fitter-inner. The G.O. looks sceptical when I say “I liked school”. The closest I came was my bestie Mrs S. says she thought I was cool when we met age 16 back in the early 1980’s because I wore desert boots. My stepmother … More the rebellion of a couch tomato
Wiki describes Locavore as “a person interested in eating food that is locally produced, not moved long distances to market. One common – but not universal – definition of “local” food is food grown within 100 miles (161 kilometres) of its point of purchase or consumption”.