On farm classes
I'll be honest: blueberry muffins aren't my favourite. When I was at uni, the cafe in Manning House sold these enormous ridiculously processed choc chip muffins that set the bar for all muffin action since. I loved them. Henry loves blueberry though. And there's nothing like a Henry to […]
It was Henry's first day back at school today and Tilly announced it would be her special day too. To qualify, it had to involve: making gingerbread men, picking flowers, painting a rainbow, and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. I've been feeling a bit guilty about my middle child […]
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 […]
No, not as in devilishly naughty. Laced with devil may care brandy? Nope. Not even a crack about wickedly excellently tasting. Couldn't tell you that. Because I HATE BANANAS. Kind of like I hate spiders. And the overwhelming smell of nasty chemically deodorant in a lift. And people who don't […]
Lamingtons! (Again.) I, er, used my own sponge recipe this time and it's failsafe. So third time lucky. I'm going back in though, this sponge is easy and good, but it's not a GREAT sponge. Lamingtons deserve a GREAT sponge, right? I'll keep you posted. A good old clean-out-the-fridge […]
I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Hello? … Mojo? Dammit I need it. And totally do not have it. Right when it's all systems go, I seem to have hit the wall. Which could have something to do with about four weeks of religiously interrupted sleep (not just the six […]
My friend Lucie put me onto this book, for which I am very very grateful. Julie Maree Wood is full of truly excellent ideas about boosting the nutrition in the food of a small person who won't eat much of anything. These apricot balls, which she calls Iron Booster Balls, […]
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. […]
Henry, like his Dad, adores sultana cake. Every week he gets to pick something for his morning tea snackbox at school and this week his pick was sultana cake (again.) As the Best Recipes one I've been using has a LOT of butter and sugar and eggs in it, I […]