Hi! I know some of you have already found it but just wanted to draw your attention to the new Recipe Index page on the right hand side bar. It's a work in progress, I'll categorise it so it's easier to use, but at least it's a start!

Thanks to those lovely friends who've been commenting – without your comments it's a bit of a one-sided conversation and I can have that with my navel. Or with Adam when he's crashed out on the couch at the end of the day. Or with Cow, the next door cat. I love Cow. She sits in my dining room in a patch of sun in the morning. I digress. I love your comments because it gives me an idea of which posts people are responding to. 

I'm also going to list in the right hand side bar all the food adventures I plan to have in the next month, it'll give you an idea of what's cooking!

And meanwhile, I'm going to tell you a few things about me. 

I love cooking.

I love medieval history.

I love reading.

I love writing.

I love blogging.

My biggest goal in life is to publish a novel.

I love Celtic music, even though it can be as daggy as all get up.

I love films.

I love yoga.

I love people, generally. (Which I didn't, when I was younger.)

I love this guy:
He's marvellous and possibly the best fella I've ever met.

I love fabulous food and extravagant dinners but most of all I love grilled cheese on toast, sausages, baklava and I love custard. Any kind. Most of all the kind that my sister Naomi used to bring me home when we shared a house and she knew I'd had a bad day. My sister in law Rachel has taken over that post now that Nomie is out of the country and she will occasionally drop in with a pot of custard to ward off the world. I'm very lucky.

I love dark beer, like Toohey's Old, or Stout or Caffrey's.

I love a really big Shiraz.

I know it's horribly corny but I love love love my family. All of them. They're the best people I know.

I love the country (although I live in the city) and I love this house, currently for sale, three hours out of town:

Verandah hilldale


Awesome, hey?

I have a just-turned five year old who's been in various therapies since he was nine months old and was recently diagnosed with a genetic disorder called Velo Cardio Facial Syndrome. He's developmentally impaired and gets terribly terribly tired and is a HILARIOUS mimic and could re-programme your web browser with his eyes shut.

I have a two and a half year old who has been trailing after her brother through hours and hours of Occupational therapy and Speech Therapy and Physiotherapy and is the most cheerful person I've ever met. She's the queen of stripping naked and wearing her swimmers over her clothes. She loves her dolls above all else and I love watching her put them to bed and sing them baa baa black sheep and pat them till they go to sleep.

All right then. 

Shiraz, anyone?


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