I consider myself very lucky to have Ankle Biters with quite adult palates. Well there is both luck and good management involved in that. However, I have lately been overcome by a burning desire to throw a good old fashioned grown up dinner party. The Bread Winner is about to vanish to far away ports […]
However you like to spell it, I love the stuff. You can pretty much shove anything inside a bit of filo and it tastes fantastic and looks good. What else could you do with 300g mince, one serve leftover kale risotto, 1 small bunch kale, 6 Brussel sprouts, starting to look spotty, 1 small carrot, […]
I used almost the same ingredients for both lunch and dinner today. Is that wrong? Bad luck if it is, its the end of the week in terms of food shopping and choices are limited. Both meals were good and it was the Ankle Biters turn to cook dinner so I’m happy. We had our […]
My potato plants all died off. So I went digging about to see what I could see. What I saw were lot’s of very small potatoes. I think the problem is the soil. It’s the second crop of potatoes in that tub in a row and they haven’t had a huge amount of compost. So […]
Sometimes I’m a little slow. I know that the smaller you make things before composting them, the quicker they decompose. So why did it only occur to me today to throw the compost stuff in the thermomix before throwing it in the bokashi bin?
I tend to blitz through most days at a fairly hectic pace. Being forced to slow down by two unwell Ankle Biters and a badly cut finger is pure torture. It’s taken me all day to perform tasks that would normally take half that time. Just the normal day to day tasks of a mum. […]
A snippet of conversation between Son and Heir and the Bread Winner. S&H: Dad, I love you … but sometimes I get fluff in my nose.
When the Ankle Biters insist on rising at 4.30am and I have to spend three hours of the morning in the pool, I tend to run a little short of energy in the afternoon. Even more so when I cut the tip off my finger and bleed like a stuck pig for hours on end. […]
It’s always been my plan to have the Ankle BIters cook a meal a week each as they become old enough. It gives me a break, is a valid sharing of chores and teaches them an invaluable skill. With that end in mind, I’ve been checking out children’s cookbooks pretty much since Son and Heir […]
Ah the bliss that is a child free existence. It’s quiet. It’s neat. It’s quiet. Its free of constant demands. Did I mention that it’s quiet? Friday, the Bread Winner and I shipped the Ankle Biters off to the Grandparents and we bolted to the airport for a weekend in Sydney. Things didn’t start incredibly […]