Hello everyone. Yes, I am still alive. We have been pretty busy over the festive season so I have ignored my blog (and the blogging world, in general).
“Doing what?” you may ask. Well, there has been a lot of cooking. Some of the things I have cooked could easily have made it into a post but I have lost my photography mojo so nearly all didn’t even get a photo, let alone a post-worthy photo.
One dessert that was snapped is the head photo. The recipe is from the December copy of the Donna Hay Magazine and I was instructed to make it for our family get-together. I was pretty proud of the final product so I snapped a photo before it was devoured. Continue reading
Today, I have a very nice cake from Belinda Jeffery’s cookbook, Desserts. As I have mentioned (a few times) before, I do like Belinda Jeffery’s books. I actually make recipes from them which is more than I can say for a lot of my books. I also like syrup cakes because I have a tendency to over cook my cakes. As a result, they tend to be on the dry side. The syrup hides this fact. If you have a similar tendency, syrup cakes could be for you, too.
It most certainly is déjà vu.
Francesca, from Almost Italian, commented on my previous post by saying that she made a similar chocolate slice but hers included Vita Brits (Weet-Bix). Francesca’s comment got me thinking. Was the slice I remembered from my childhood the recipe from my sister, Vickie, or was it the one to which Francesca was referring? We never ate Vita Brits or Weet-Bix for breakfast in our house but I do remember finding them in the pantry and eating them with butter and jam. Were they left over after Mum had made this slice?
This is a recipe you will recall from your childhood. Even if you have never made it, I am sure you would have sampled a piece along your way. It is certainly familiar to me. Continue reading
Those of you who have been following my blog for a while will remember my excitement when I bought a pile of cookie stamps from Gene Wilson at cookiemold.com. Continue reading
I was going through my emails the other day, deleting like mad. In this household, we get five of every email, we have two computers, an iPad, and two iPhones. That is a lot of deleting. To make matters worse, when we arrive at either Bridgetown or Perth, the in-box is chockers after not being open for up to two weeks. On the night of arrival, I delete like crazy and, again, on the night before departure. Sometimes, I get carried away and delete an important email or one I had saved to read – que sera, sera.
When I was a kid, we only had shortbread at Christmas. Mum made shortbread, melting moments, White Christmas and rum balls once a year and we thought they were the bee’s knees. She would make them well before Christmas but we weren’t allowed to eat them unless we had guests and only then if it was a “Christmas visit”. Continue reading