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Back in the olden days when Dad was still dairying (heh heh, that one was for you, Dad) we had a lot of milk.
Back in the olden days when Dad was still dairying (heh heh, that one was for you, Dad) we had a lot of milk.
image source So at the end of week one of 100% sugar-free… can you guess where this is going? I got through the whole week
The tiny chicks who arrived just five weeks ago are no longer so tiny. Ah, meat chickens. What a strange animal. They really do double
Hello, Slice of Wednesday. This above, is not what it seems. At all. It is verifiably 100% sugar-free. Oh yes. I was so proud of
Luckily, I have other taste-testers. Also, none of what I baked today was experimental – it was all standard Buena Vista Farm Bikkie stock,
So here we are, in it. At the end of the first day without sugar. I feel a bit vague. I sailed through the
Hello, my name is Fiona and I have a bit of a sugar problem. It's no so big or obvious. I'm not enormous, or
This afternoon at 5.30pm, I heard a rustling in the pantry. It was the instigator of a proclaimed "major fox hunt" (pictured above) sourcing fruit
Adam does not have a sweet tooth in his head. (Pass him the olives and the fetta any time of day.) But some weeks he'll
Every year I go – my Auntie Marg is one of the organisers – and every year I think the quilts cannot get more amazing.