This is a variation of a moussaka roll recipe I found in a Super Food Ideas magazine. That calls for the eggplant to be lightly fried before being wrapped around a ricotta cheese mixture. I quickly realized mine could not be the same as my eggplant was not large enough to wrap around anything, not…
I’ve been feeling like I’ve needed to challenge myself to some sort of physical goal this year. This isn’t only because I’ve put on two-and-some-in-change kilograms since Christmas, although I’d be lying if I didn’t say that is a partial factor. The upshot is I’ll be attempting another half marathon in July without being shepherded…
Adam has fallen in love with this app: Action Movie FX. This is the blurb from the iTunes store, “ACTION MOVIE FX lets you add Hollywood FX to iPhone movies YOU shoot!”. Even better, it is free. But if you don’t like seeing innocent cats being squashed by an enormous wrecking ball, then it might…
Yes, the adventures of baby poo explosions (or ‘Number Threes’ as I’ve heard them more delicately termed) may be over in this house and, true, there’s the odd case gastro to keep us all on our toes – or hovered over the toilet – but by and large I haven’t waded into these murky waters…
via my husband. I tell you, if I had been an audience member at about 1.40min, I bet there would’ve been some pant-wetting going on, with additional crawling-over-people-to-get-away action.
Learning a new game together on the ipad My desk is less than a minute away from here Straight lines and shadows, abound My Thursdays and Fridays are given over to writing: this is the theory. However like many theories of mine it is one that is thwarted by a lot of excuse-making and judgements-of-convenience….
Do you know I just got a shock as I wrote that and then matched up the date: February is almost over. I wasn’t paying attention. Well, apart from the extra reading I’m now doing for work, I’ve also been borrowing a lot of books, dipping in and out of them at my leisure. The…
Three Years Composure seems like fakery designed to trick our souls out of feeling. But the blatant fact remains: grief is inconvenient and consumes precious hours that would be better spent in the employ of reason or menial errands – or so my mind tries to say. There were days when I had no…
I’m reading Richard Flanagan’s And What Do You Do, Mr Gable? at the moment* and in it there’s a short essay called ‘Bread’ which was originally published in The Age. He talks about his memories of bread baking, dating back to when he was a child. At the end also is a recipe called ‘The…
