Breakfast Biscotti
My nearly seventeen-year-old hasn’t had much appetite lately. I’ll do anything for him, and that includes feeding him biscuits at breakfast if that’s what we need to
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My nearly seventeen-year-old hasn’t had much appetite lately. I’ll do anything for him, and that includes feeding him biscuits at breakfast if that’s what we need to
Muffinos. Doesn’t everyone call them that? These were an afternoon tea treat this week, eaten warm out of the oven. I really don’t like a
I’ve been reading about brown butter cookies for years, usually an American thing, and had never really seen the point. Melt and brown the butter
When I first started this blog a hundred years ago, I was living in Sydney with two children, not three, and Adam and I would
I’ll be honest, I have no idea if I even remember how to post anything. It’s been so long in between postings that I don’t
In our font yard there is a magnificent tree. It’s an Illawarra Flame Tree. I remember it blooming only a couple of
We were very lucky to have the lovely Luisa Brimble visit recently (accompanied by the equally lovely Emma Bowen). I’ve been admiring Luisa’s gorgeous photography
Last night our friend Tim O’Sullivan (Timbo Rural Contracting) showed up with some extra friends and they took out four foxes in an hour.
You know that moment when you think, oh well, it can’t get worse than this? We lost the remainder of the mature batch of meat
Photo: Luisa Brimble It’s something Adman says, ‘who’d be a farmer, eh?’, when stuff goes wrong, or, you know, gets out or dies or doesn’t