It certainly feels like I have been away. I have definitely been away from both this blog and Bridgetown. I hadn’t been here for ages.
As you know, I had been in Perth cleaning and gardening and packing. The house now looks so good it was very hard to sign the management authority – there were even a few tears. But I did it and now we are looking for tenants. Normally, that would be the easy part but Perth is a boom-bust town and, at the moment, it is going through a ‘bust’ so it is harder than usual to find tenants. Continue reading →
Another grainy photo, this time, however, graininess is not a theme of the post. I can’t wait to get my hands on my camera. I swear I will never forget it again.
Chilli con carne is something I used to make quite a bit but haven’t done for ages. The recipe I use is from the Australian Women’s Weekly and, of course, I don’t have it with me. Such are the woes of living between two houses. There are Australian Women’sWeekly recipes on-line but it is such a long time since I made it, I didn’t know which, if any, of those I was reading was the actual recipe I used to make. In the end, I went with the taste.com.au recipe – on the basis they are, usually, reliable. And it was very enjoyable. Continue reading →
As you all know, The Cookbook Guru’s feature cookbook for May and June is: The Complete Margaret Fulton Cookbook. Even though a lot of the recipes have dated, there are enough gems in it to make it fun to cook from.
At the beginning of the month, I went through and tagged a number of recipes that I thought we would like. Most were in the biscuit chapter, but not all. I spied this one and thought of Maus. Maus is a big fan of veal and cooks it well. I am sure the reason Maus likes veal so much is because it is traditionally cut very thinly and then beaten even thinner. Maus does not like to see any blood in her meat. This is highly unlikely when the meat is served this thin. Continue reading →
This is another recipe from The Cookbook Guru’s feature cookbook, The Food of Morocco, by Paula Wolfert. I was flicking through the book (which, BTW, is fabulous. If you are interested in Moroccan cooking, check it out) and these little meat balls caught my eye. Maus is in charge of meatballs in our house so I thought I could kill two birds with one stone: sample another recipe from the feature cookbook and get Maus to cook dinner! Surprisingly, Maus was willing – maybe, after a quick read, she realised making the kefta was going to be extremely easy – put everything into a food processor and pulse, then form into walnut size balls. Couldn’t be easier than that! I offered to make the sauce. Luckily, that was just as easy. Continue reading →
I buy cookbooks to read, just as much as to cook from them. I know this sounds weird but I am not alone. Publishers have known people do this for many years and style cookbooks accordingly. So I wasn’t that perturbed when I found Jane Grigson’s Vegetable Book to be more of a good read than anything else.
I usually try a few recipes out of each book. If one is good enough, it will appear on this blog. Once in a blue moon, I will find a recipe that I will make time and time, again. If this happens, the cookbook is worth its weight in gold. Continue reading →
I have been eating too much rich food lately. So much so, when Maus asked me what I wanted for dinner the other night, I said ‘a salad’. A salad was not possible that night because we had just come back to Perth and we were yet to go shopping – I had peanut paste on toast instead. 😦 But before going to bed, I went into the the study to run my eyes over my cookbooks. They landed on the CSIRO Total Wellbeing Diet. Gee, I must have felt weighed down! Continue reading →
Not so many years ago, when I was sitting in an office in a high rise building in St Georges Terrace, dreaming of retiring, I could not have dreamed of a better day than I had the other day.
I dreamed of having a vegie patch, I dreamed of making apple cider and wine and vinegar and cheese and soap. I dreamed of cooking in a solar oven, of making pizzas and baking bread in a brick oven. I dreamed of preserving produce that I had grown, I dreamed and I dreamed…. And whilst I sat in that office, looking at the clouds come and go, I tried to work out what I really wanted in life, what I wanted to do. I knew it involved getting out of that office as quickly as possible, but what else?