I should be studying right now but instead I have been scrolling through pinterest and friends blogs. It's been ages since I've updated my little blog. I could make the excuse of lack of time but I think I will put it down to priorities. I'm the biggest time waster ever at the moment!
Its been an exciting 6 months. I have become an aunty twice over. My beautiful niece is 5 months and adorable nephew is 3 months. Another little niece or nephew is on the way, due to greet the world in late February. Yep, our families are changing. It's exciting!
Andrew and I are also moving into our own house in December! We have been renting for a few years now but finally we are able to move in. The thought of being in our own place is exciting. We are already talking about painting the two hideously coloured bedrooms, one minty green and the other baby pink with baby blue skirting boards. The dark blue kitchen complete with blue lino floor, blue bench tops AND blue cupboards will have to go too. The bathroom and toilet is also a renovators delight. We are going to have fun with this place! I'll post pictures when I can.
A new camera that I got for my Birthday back in July has inspired me to start taking photos again so I thought I would kick off my first post in 6 months with a photo of the day challenge, courtesy of the blog Fat Mum Slim, something starting with 'C.' This is my very inquisitive Chicken!
I promise I'll update more often. Heaps more exciting things to blog about in 2013, including crafty stuff, sewing projects, house rennos, cooking, holidays and heaps more!
So Ill leave you with the question: What are your plans for 2013?
Thursday, 1 November 2012
Friday, 27 April 2012
Andrew's birthday Spit
I wish I have had more time to blog this week. There has been lots of things going on and lots more yummy smells coming from the kitchen. Lets begin with Saturday...
I was Andrew's birthday about 2 weeks ago now. Andrew's sister decided she would like to do a spit for his birthday. Saturday, the day before the spit, we went to go pick up a trailer from Andrew's uncle's in-law's house (yep, this is how the family works). We were greeted by an old Italian couple (who didn't know us from a bar of soap) with open arms. We were invited in and asked to stay for a cup of coffee when Andrew and I noticed the vegetable garden outside. Being keen veggie gardeners we couldn't walk past it. Seeing how impressed we were with his garden, one very proud Tony proceeded to take us outside to show us around in the misty rain. The veggie patch took up at least 2/3 of their huge back yard and was laden with late growing tomatoes and capsicums and some very healthy looking spinach. The other 1/3 of the garden was taken up with a massive shed kitchen for cooking (so the kitchen in the house doesn't get dirty) and another building used for wine making (yep, he makes his own wine) and salami making (even better)! A small portion of the garden is dedicated to a proud Hills Hoist surrounded by a small patch of grass. We drove away from the house with a trailer, 4 bottles of home made wine, a bag of capsicums and a belly full of coffee, grog and waffles! Amazing Italian hospitality!
That night Andrew and I drove into the hills to pick up the spit Andrew's friend had made form the locally owned pear orchard. We got talking to his mate's dad who proceeded to tell stories of the things he and his son's made together and took us to see a beautiful fully restored water pump, something that you would have seen about 85 years ago. It was a great reminder of my Grandpa, who made these things with his bare hands while he was alive. It was a lovely stroll down memory lane!
Needless to say that obtaining the spit was a whole day out and I was exhausted by the time we got home.
While Andrew's sister and brother in-law spent the morning driving to pick up the 18kg lamb, Andrew prepared the spit. The beast was basted with garlic, lemon, rosemary, oregano and seasoning, sewn up with the help of Andrew's uncle who drove for 20 minutes just to help baste and secured to the spit where it mesmerised Tom and Andrew for almost 4 hours. It was their baby. The baste was almost gone in the first hour. I think they may have been a little excited!
Meanwhile, I had some Kiwi fruit in the fridge which I had been dying to turn into a cake so Joy and I made the Kiwi cake a reality. Not something you would usually find in a cake but it totally worked!
Needless to say we ate like Grecian royalty that night. Greek salad, tzaziki, amazing spit roast lamb yiros and an abundance of sweets. No one went hungry, in fact i think we could have fed the whole street with our left overs!
I was Andrew's birthday about 2 weeks ago now. Andrew's sister decided she would like to do a spit for his birthday. Saturday, the day before the spit, we went to go pick up a trailer from Andrew's uncle's in-law's house (yep, this is how the family works). We were greeted by an old Italian couple (who didn't know us from a bar of soap) with open arms. We were invited in and asked to stay for a cup of coffee when Andrew and I noticed the vegetable garden outside. Being keen veggie gardeners we couldn't walk past it. Seeing how impressed we were with his garden, one very proud Tony proceeded to take us outside to show us around in the misty rain. The veggie patch took up at least 2/3 of their huge back yard and was laden with late growing tomatoes and capsicums and some very healthy looking spinach. The other 1/3 of the garden was taken up with a massive shed kitchen for cooking (so the kitchen in the house doesn't get dirty) and another building used for wine making (yep, he makes his own wine) and salami making (even better)! A small portion of the garden is dedicated to a proud Hills Hoist surrounded by a small patch of grass. We drove away from the house with a trailer, 4 bottles of home made wine, a bag of capsicums and a belly full of coffee, grog and waffles! Amazing Italian hospitality!
That night Andrew and I drove into the hills to pick up the spit Andrew's friend had made form the locally owned pear orchard. We got talking to his mate's dad who proceeded to tell stories of the things he and his son's made together and took us to see a beautiful fully restored water pump, something that you would have seen about 85 years ago. It was a great reminder of my Grandpa, who made these things with his bare hands while he was alive. It was a lovely stroll down memory lane!
Needless to say that obtaining the spit was a whole day out and I was exhausted by the time we got home.
While Andrew's sister and brother in-law spent the morning driving to pick up the 18kg lamb, Andrew prepared the spit. The beast was basted with garlic, lemon, rosemary, oregano and seasoning, sewn up with the help of Andrew's uncle who drove for 20 minutes just to help baste and secured to the spit where it mesmerised Tom and Andrew for almost 4 hours. It was their baby. The baste was almost gone in the first hour. I think they may have been a little excited!
Meanwhile, I had some Kiwi fruit in the fridge which I had been dying to turn into a cake so Joy and I made the Kiwi cake a reality. Not something you would usually find in a cake but it totally worked!
Needless to say we ate like Grecian royalty that night. Greek salad, tzaziki, amazing spit roast lamb yiros and an abundance of sweets. No one went hungry, in fact i think we could have fed the whole street with our left overs!
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
A lesson learned...
Never go off to a meeting and leave a clean freak in charge of a meal you have prepared when there are text books all over the lounge room. Result: one very burned spiced creamy tomato chicken. On the plus side at least the house looks clean. Can't help but be a little disappointed though.
Oh well. Will just have to try this one again later.
Another great looking recipe courtesy of Fig & Cherry that will have to be attempted another day.
Oh well. Will just have to try this one again later.
Another great looking recipe courtesy of Fig & Cherry that will have to be attempted another day.
Tuesday, 17 April 2012
A fresh and welcome distraction
Everything is better than study at the moment...
While trying to write my paper on youth work and CBT I had a knock at the door. Standing in front of me was a very blue Irish lady with two very blue bags in tow. My first thought was, no thanks, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm a bit of a push over like that. She introduced herself as being a representative for Aussie Farmers Direct. I have an uncle who is a farmer and I know how much the big supermarkets screw him over so they can sell milk for $1 per litre. She got my interest and i was hooked.
As I'm sure many of you are aware the big foodies Coles and Woolies do their best to put smaller companies out of business. I have seen a Woolworths petrol station planted strategically next to a independent petrol station. Out of sheer desperation the owner of the independent has put a sign out the front urging consumers of petrol and gas not to support "Woolies the bullies." Anyone who has driven North along Marion road will know exactly what I am talking about. It breaks my heart every time I see it. In the meantime, until people choose to go local or independent, Woolworths and Coles will continue to consume the entire world until it reaches breaking point. Selling petrol, products and food at reduced prices is by no means sustainable nor is it particularly ethical! I could go on...
Anyway, as a result of a normally intrusive door knocking technique I will now be getting fresh fruit and veggies, dairy products and meats delivered. It is a little pricier than buying from the supermarkets but I figure it will save me from buying stuff I really don't need. No longer will I be tempted to impulse buy...that is until I need flour, toilet paper or spices! I'm heaps excited to be supporting a cause that I have for so long believed in. Go you Aussie Farmers! May all those years of battle become a healthy partnership with a company that actually has your best interests at heart!
It really feels just like the old days where we used to have the milkman come to deliver milk right to our door. I have such fond memories of seeing the pegs sitting on the letterbox each week communicating to the milkman how many litres we required. These days, the pegs may have been replaced by a web ordering service but the great feeling you get when you wake up to find your milk on the doorstep will still be the same. I can't wait to put my blue cooler bag out for the very first night!
There are no contracts, no entry or exit fees. I figured 'why not give it a red hot go?' If it doesnt suit me I am not obligated to stay on the delivery round.
So, if a lovely Irish lady dressed in blue comes to your door promoting fresh local produce, invite her in for a cuppa and a chat. What a welcome distraction from study the last 20 minutes have been!
Interested? Check out the Aussie Farmers Direct website here
While trying to write my paper on youth work and CBT I had a knock at the door. Standing in front of me was a very blue Irish lady with two very blue bags in tow. My first thought was, no thanks, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm a bit of a push over like that. She introduced herself as being a representative for Aussie Farmers Direct. I have an uncle who is a farmer and I know how much the big supermarkets screw him over so they can sell milk for $1 per litre. She got my interest and i was hooked.
As I'm sure many of you are aware the big foodies Coles and Woolies do their best to put smaller companies out of business. I have seen a Woolworths petrol station planted strategically next to a independent petrol station. Out of sheer desperation the owner of the independent has put a sign out the front urging consumers of petrol and gas not to support "Woolies the bullies." Anyone who has driven North along Marion road will know exactly what I am talking about. It breaks my heart every time I see it. In the meantime, until people choose to go local or independent, Woolworths and Coles will continue to consume the entire world until it reaches breaking point. Selling petrol, products and food at reduced prices is by no means sustainable nor is it particularly ethical! I could go on...
Anyway, as a result of a normally intrusive door knocking technique I will now be getting fresh fruit and veggies, dairy products and meats delivered. It is a little pricier than buying from the supermarkets but I figure it will save me from buying stuff I really don't need. No longer will I be tempted to impulse buy...that is until I need flour, toilet paper or spices! I'm heaps excited to be supporting a cause that I have for so long believed in. Go you Aussie Farmers! May all those years of battle become a healthy partnership with a company that actually has your best interests at heart!
It really feels just like the old days where we used to have the milkman come to deliver milk right to our door. I have such fond memories of seeing the pegs sitting on the letterbox each week communicating to the milkman how many litres we required. These days, the pegs may have been replaced by a web ordering service but the great feeling you get when you wake up to find your milk on the doorstep will still be the same. I can't wait to put my blue cooler bag out for the very first night!
There are no contracts, no entry or exit fees. I figured 'why not give it a red hot go?' If it doesnt suit me I am not obligated to stay on the delivery round.
So, if a lovely Irish lady dressed in blue comes to your door promoting fresh local produce, invite her in for a cuppa and a chat. What a welcome distraction from study the last 20 minutes have been!
Interested? Check out the Aussie Farmers Direct website here
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Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Brave 1
Easter. It's symbolic of death and new life. Death of an old way of life and a resurrection into a new direction of life. Although I am a proud Christian I don't believe that it is just Christians that benefit from this concept. We all have choices and our choices impact our attitudes, decisions and our actions.
I don't want to say too much at the moment because its not place to do so but I have been journeying with someone who was sexually abused as a child. She is not alone in this. Take 5 people you know under the age of 18. According to statistics one of those children is likely to have been the victim of sexual abuse. That means that most of us would probably know someone that has been a victim. For many, telling others about their experience is out of the question and they live their lives suffering in silence. It can slowly eat away at them from the inside out and can impact their ability to function normally, manifesting in various psychological disorders.
For my friend, her suffering went for long enough. We have seen her take something terrible and make the decision to turn it around and use it in a positive way. She counts herself as a survivor, no longer letting this negatively impact on her life. Now, she is ready to use her experience to help others. A death to letting her experience eat away at her and a rebirth to changing the way her experience effects her life and attitude.
Through the past 12 months she has relived the trauma she experienced as a child and has recognised that even after 20 + years there is still no support for those children. She has started a campaign to set up a Bravehearts foundation in South Australia. Bravehearts aim to educate, empower and protect young people against sexual abuse through prevention and early intervention. Not only do they have National crisis hot line (1800 BRAVE 1), they also provide preventative education in schools and specialist counselling for those at risk or have been a victim of sexual assault. Braveheats is the go-to place for victims and their families and can guide them through the process of reporting and seeking help. Can you see the value in this?
I don't usually get so fired up about these things but I know of at least 4 people that have survived sexual abuse. I look at my friends kids, my pregnant sister in laws, the young person I mentor and the young people I work with and want them to be able to feel and be safe. I urge anyone who has been through this hell, knows someone who has been through sexual abuse or wants to see children grow up in a safe environment to get on board with this cause.
If you want to find out more or make a donation (specify SA) please go to www.bravehearts.org.au
If you have been the victim of sexual assault please call 1800 BRAVE 1 (1800 272 831) Monday to Friday 9am-4pm.
I don't want to say too much at the moment because its not place to do so but I have been journeying with someone who was sexually abused as a child. She is not alone in this. Take 5 people you know under the age of 18. According to statistics one of those children is likely to have been the victim of sexual abuse. That means that most of us would probably know someone that has been a victim. For many, telling others about their experience is out of the question and they live their lives suffering in silence. It can slowly eat away at them from the inside out and can impact their ability to function normally, manifesting in various psychological disorders.
For my friend, her suffering went for long enough. We have seen her take something terrible and make the decision to turn it around and use it in a positive way. She counts herself as a survivor, no longer letting this negatively impact on her life. Now, she is ready to use her experience to help others. A death to letting her experience eat away at her and a rebirth to changing the way her experience effects her life and attitude.
Through the past 12 months she has relived the trauma she experienced as a child and has recognised that even after 20 + years there is still no support for those children. She has started a campaign to set up a Bravehearts foundation in South Australia. Bravehearts aim to educate, empower and protect young people against sexual abuse through prevention and early intervention. Not only do they have National crisis hot line (1800 BRAVE 1), they also provide preventative education in schools and specialist counselling for those at risk or have been a victim of sexual assault. Braveheats is the go-to place for victims and their families and can guide them through the process of reporting and seeking help. Can you see the value in this?
I don't usually get so fired up about these things but I know of at least 4 people that have survived sexual abuse. I look at my friends kids, my pregnant sister in laws, the young person I mentor and the young people I work with and want them to be able to feel and be safe. I urge anyone who has been through this hell, knows someone who has been through sexual abuse or wants to see children grow up in a safe environment to get on board with this cause.
If you want to find out more or make a donation (specify SA) please go to www.bravehearts.org.au
If you have been the victim of sexual assault please call 1800 BRAVE 1 (1800 272 831) Monday to Friday 9am-4pm.
Monday, 26 March 2012
Hot Cross Bun Goodness...
I've been wanting to make these since Easter last year! I was inspired by Fig & Cherry's review of the Bron Marshall recipe for Hot Cross Buns. Today was the day that I finally pulled out the box of white bread mix from the pantry and kneaded my way to hot cross bun bliss. I made a few little tweaks here and there and adapted it to what i had in my pantry. I have to say I am mighty impressed with the result!
Hot Cross Buns
Sprinkle the yeast granules over the top and put aside.
Melt the butter and set aside.
In a large bowl or electric mixer sift the flour, milk powder, spices and salt and then add the dried fruits.
When the yeast mix is frothy add to the flour and fruit and pour in the melted butter. Mix to combine and knead by hand or in a mixer with a dough hook for about 8 minutes or until lovely and smooth.
Cover and set aside to at least double in size (2 hours or more).
Cut and shape 15 buns (I like to weigh mine for even sized buns!) and place in a warm lined or greased baking tin.
Place the buns in a warm place to continue rising for at least another hour, a little longer if possible.
Preheat the oven to 200°C, 390°F or gas mark 5½.
Gently brush the tops a little beaten egg wash.
Mix the remaining flour with enough water to make a firm ‘pipe-ible’ paste.
Using a piping bag or a small plastic bag with the point cut off, pipe the paste in lines across the buns to form the crosses.
Bake for 25 minutes, or until cooked through and hollow sounding when tapped on the bottoms.
Makes 16.
Hot cross buns are one of my favourite things. I may have to make a few batches before we go away at Easter!
Hot Cross Buns
- 1¼ cups of warm water
- ½ cup of soft brown sugar
- 3 teaspoons of dry active yeast
- 4 cups of strong white flour
- 2 tablespoons of milk powder
- 2 teaspoons of mixed spice
- 1 teaspoon of cinnamon
- A pinch of ground cloves
- 1 teaspoon of salt
- ½ cup of dried currants
- ½ cup of saltanas
- 50 grams / 2 oz of butter, melted
- 1 egg, beaten
- 1/2 cup of extra flour
- 1/3 cup of water
Sprinkle the yeast granules over the top and put aside.
Melt the butter and set aside.
In a large bowl or electric mixer sift the flour, milk powder, spices and salt and then add the dried fruits.
When the yeast mix is frothy add to the flour and fruit and pour in the melted butter. Mix to combine and knead by hand or in a mixer with a dough hook for about 8 minutes or until lovely and smooth.
Cover and set aside to at least double in size (2 hours or more).
Cut and shape 15 buns (I like to weigh mine for even sized buns!) and place in a warm lined or greased baking tin.
Place the buns in a warm place to continue rising for at least another hour, a little longer if possible.
Preheat the oven to 200°C, 390°F or gas mark 5½.
Gently brush the tops a little beaten egg wash.
Mix the remaining flour with enough water to make a firm ‘pipe-ible’ paste.
Using a piping bag or a small plastic bag with the point cut off, pipe the paste in lines across the buns to form the crosses.
Bake for 25 minutes, or until cooked through and hollow sounding when tapped on the bottoms.
Makes 16.
Hot cross buns are one of my favourite things. I may have to make a few batches before we go away at Easter!
Thursday, 15 March 2012
Lent Challenge
In addition to my lent challenge of reading the daily lectionary I have also decided to give up my two main addictions: coke and chocolate. My decision was not based on what is going to benefit my health the most but rather to keep my attention toward the one that truely sustains me. Its been almost 3 and so far so good. It so happens though that giving up both may actually have some health benefits (who knew!)
10 Reasons to give up coke
10 Reasons to give up chocolate
What I've given up isn't the focus, it's what I've gained. Denying myself of the luxuries keeps me focused on God and His amazing work. This has been an incredible journey so far.
10 Reasons to give up coke
- The sugar content. 10 teaspoons of sugar in 1 can is A LOT!
- Diabetes. Having gone up to the APY lands I have seen the extent of what the extra calories can do to your health. If only I took a photo of the fridge in the store with the warnings for diabetics and its redirection towards the diet drinks
- Kidney and liver damage. Again another thing I have seen in the APY lands.
- Dental health. After visiting the dentist 3 times in one week and getting 1 major filling done, its really enough to put anyone off! The acid in Coke eats away at tooth enamel
- Increased risk of osteoporosis. Again this is related to the acid in Coke.
- Increased blood pressure. I have a family history of this.
- Causes dehydration. Ever said to yourself on a hot day, 'a Coke would be good about now.'? Well take note of how thirsty you are next time after you have had one.
- Causes cell damage. I have actually heard somewhere that it will make you look older.
- Toxins contained in the drink. These can be broken down in the body and turned into carcinogens which are cancer causing.
- Its unethical! I really dont want to support dodgy work environments, poor pay or slave/child labour.
10 Reasons to give up chocolate
- Again with the sugar. Even dark chocolate contains a fair amount.
- Palm oil. Its not good for you and its production means that rainforrests are being culled to make way for the plantations.
- Many cocoa plantations use slave/child labour to havrvest their crop. Conditions are dodgy and pay is barely enough to feed the child or their family.
- Dental health
- Diabetes. We have so many processed foods that contribute to this health problem
- It can become addictive
- ....
What I've given up isn't the focus, it's what I've gained. Denying myself of the luxuries keeps me focused on God and His amazing work. This has been an incredible journey so far.
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