On farm classes
There's something about honey cakes that makes me feel medieval. In a good way. Honey was the sweetener of choice in the early Middle Ages (my period) and I always imagine people sitting outside little one room houses in small villages surrounded by enormous forests, nibbling honey cakes. Which of […]
or: Play with your food! Hi! I promised the recipe for those yummo cut-out-cookies we made last week. It's based on a Donna Hay recipe scrawled down from a very old Donny Hay magazine, and I love it because the dough holds its shape while the kids cut it out […]
Turns out that while I can whip up a straight seam or two, small, precise baby shoes were completely beyond me. Hopeless. Not the fault of the pattern. (Yep, I was not even getting close to that.) She did say something about a seam allowance which I may have disregarded. […]
:: Celebrating sweet small person moving from not feeding, needing to be constantly carried and very obviously utterly miserable to small sweet person with a headcold. I think she may have had a dreadful sore throat yesterday, today she's just snotty but peaceful. And feeding. (Important in a Walmsley.) :: […]
One of the things I love most about the school holidays is that not rushing out of the house, hanging out, lets have a picnic kinda feeling. It doesn't even need to be out of town. An urban park will do me fine. Look at these fantastic old trees! […]
I've been planning to figure out how to make homemade crackers for ages and have never gotten around to it. I found some great wholewheat organic flour last week and figured it was time to give it a go. I gave it a bit of thought. We didn't want them […]
Smarties! What kid does not love a smartie, I ask you? I never thought I'd be the kind of parent rewarding kids with coloured chocolate buttons, but there you go. I do. Two smarties have big pull in this house. And you know what: they no longer have artificial colours or […]
If the world is slightly outta whack, even in the best way possible, what do you do to feel grounded? Have a bath? Glass of wine? My house, while mostly entirely lovable, does not have a bathtub. And my pregnancy disinclination for wine is still hanging around. So I bake. […]
More make-it-from-scratch insanity… Arrowroot biscuits! My kids don't eat a whole lot of Arnotts' Milk Arrowroots (unlike rice crackers, the absence of which has left a bit of a gap in our snacking,) but I love them (and so does Tilly) and I thought it might be fun to see […]
Gingerbread people. I make these solely to see Tilly gleefully chomp their heads off. Too funny for words. (Henry: I don't eat biscuits.) Your loss, H-Bomb. It's a messy business. Hats optional. They look kinda naked without buttons. Not a current in the house. You don't have quite enough biscuit […]