I used to love Sunday evenings. Back in the day- there was Baywatch to be devoured sitting in front of the heater and dinner was usually English muffins. English muffins topped with butter and bacon. The bacon would be cooked between paper towel in the microwave for 45 seconds on high. I’m not really sure […]
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We grew up with Skippy on t.v. With a deft nudge of his nose and a twitch and “What’s that Skip?” he’d be able to tell you that Mrs Brown’s daughter was stuck in the river over the hill, 5.3 km away and needed help, possibly with the truck and you should definitely go now. […]
Chicken drumsticks were on sale in Coles. At least they said they were organic. But they were cheap and that’s the kind of mood I was in. We just booked a skiing trip. Now there’s a cheap little hobby. I tell you, when we’re down there, we’ll be eating the snow. Buying dinner at lunch […]
You don’t make friends with salad…. I’m not sure exactly where that ditty came from, but it should be sung to a syncopated beat every time you toss one. I was never a big salad fan. Like everyone of my generation Salad was iceberg lettuce, cherry tomatoes and cucumber. It sat on the table wilting […]
Tricky things Quinces. They’re not what you would call user friendly. There’s a certain commitment. A certain determination. A certain amount self sacrificing conviction that goes into cooking them. But more than that, there’s love and care required. Hell, if they were good enough for the Owl and PussyCat; Quince, mince all eaten with a […]