Tuesday, June 17, 2014



Just wanted to share this wallpaper that I've recently saved to my desktop. It's pretty, and it's wise. It's pretty wise. It has been a reminder to me to slow down. Losen the grip. Look at things in smaller pieces. Start from the ground up. We can get overwhelmed by looking at the big picture and stunned into inaction. There are too many things, and the path is twisted. The road might be twisty, and the end point might change. That's okay. So long as you're moving. It all starts with a step. And then you take another step. And if you keep taking another little step, eventually you have to arrive at a destination, don't you? Giant leaps are tricky to orchestrate... little steps. Little steps are good. Little steps are fun.

Thursday, June 12, 2014

MARSHMALLOW SLICE



Aint she pretty? On Tuesday I was going to visit my good pal, Mel, and her handsome 4-week-old bubba, Duke. We three planned to catch up over tea. My inner Country Women's Association self decided it would be proper for us to have a little slice with our Earl Grey. It was a lot of fun to get stuck back into some old fashioned, sugar + flour, baking. My marshmallow received rave reviews (it's perfectly OK, in fact, preferable, if your rave reviews come from your Mum).

Here is the recipe for your retro enjoyment. x

2 cups Weetbix, crushed (can also use cornflakes)
1/3 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup self raising flour
1/2 cup desiccated coconut
1/4 cup chopped walnuts (s'ok to leave out if the cupboard is bear)
120g butter, melted

Marshmallow

3/4 cup caster sugar
3/4 cup water
1 tablespoon gelatine
1/2 teaspoon vanilla essence
Pink food colouring
Coconut for sprinkling

1. Combine crushed Weetbix, brown sugar, flour, coconut and walnuts. Add melted butter and mix well.

2. Press mixture into greased slice tin. Bake at 160 Celcius for 25 minutes or until lightly browned.

3. Wait until the slice has come out of the oven and cooled for 10 minutes before you prepare the marshmallow. Place caster sugar, water and gelatine into a saucepan and stir constantly on a low heat until the sugar and gelatine have dissolved and mixture is clear (will take a few minutes). Do not boil. Set aside to cool for 5-10 minutes.

4. Stir in vanilla essence and 3-4 drops pink food colouring. Whip mixture using an electric mixture until fluffy and almost set. Be patient; this will take approx 12 minutes.

5. Pour marshmallow over slice and sprinkle with extra coconut. Leave to set for approx. 30 minutes before slicing.

TIP: Wear an apron when beating the gelatine mixture - it will splatter!

Thursday, May 15, 2014

NINA AND PATRICK'S HOUSE



Thank goodness Offspring is back. I loved the premiere of Season 5. I was prepared for it to be a bit depressing... but it wasn't. It was sensitive but still Offspring-funny. Things I loved: The baby montage. And that baby.is.so.CUTE. The fact that Patrick was in the episode. Seriously, thanks Offspring. Billie's new business. That Jimmy's taco business is turning into an empire. That Dr. Lawrence is sticking around and is single. The orgasm party. Everything, I loved everything.

Can you guess what I also love? Nina's rustic-industrial decor. It's a perfect mess. And also, look at this snippet courtesy of news.com.au (links courtesy of me).

"[Nina & Patrick's house features] products from The Junk Company, Tarlo & Graham and Guy Matthews Vintage Industrial Furniture.
The beautiful print behind the couch in Nina and Patrick's living room is from Rosetta Santucci and the bedlinen in the series is by Nancy Bird, Kip & Co., Ink and Spindle, Uimi, Harvest Textiles and Spacecraft." 










I really like those window panes.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

TODAY I WENT TO THE GYM



Today I went to the gym. It was my first trip to the gym in a while. For some reason I decided to align my debut with the only class on the timetable with the name BOOT CAMP. But Indooooor Boot Camp. How hard can that be?

I lasted 15 minutes at Indoor Boot Camp til I casually (casually whilst dying) grabbed my water bottle and lunged out the door. 


Errrrrrrm... at gym classes I have attended in the past that involve lifting things, you get to choose the weight you would like to lift. For example, in Pump classes, I knew that when it came to those triceppy lift things, where you lie on your back and lift the bar - could barely lift my empty water bottle thanks very much. But that was okay, because even lifting that 25g was exercise to my pathetic triceps. But no, this boot camp woman today informed everyone we would be lifting 10kg from the outset... eh scuzy? (Sorrynotsorry to people who do CrossFit, that is A LOT to me.) Errrr so yeah I attended camp for 15 wonderful minutes til I felt dizzy and sick. I pulled on my invisibility cloak and decided that the humiliation of creeping out the door would be less severe than the humiliation of projectiling after 16 minutes of class. 

So then I went over to the loser section and did 20 minutes on the crosstrainer, where nobody can really tell the degree of effort you are actually dispensing.


But whatever, I've done Boot Camp. This will be like that time I did a half marathon. And the time I did the Mud Run. They have been done. They do not need to be done again. Let's just file them under the Bucket List of Torture. Although I must mention that I did actually complete the other two.


The other thing I've just discovered, as a woman who is in between jobs, is this great show on the Extra channel at 9am called Move It or Lose It. See, you don't get to know these things when you have a job. The title is a little bold, I think, because for the past few days it's just been Pilates and yoga. And let's be honest, half of yoga class is napping while the instructor explains the pose in detail because they love their voice, and a fair chunk involves the Cat and Child's Pose. Very strenuous. On Monday I watched Pilates whilst lounging back and drinking my breakfast smoothie. Yesterday, though, I unrolled my yoga mat from hibernation and had my own personal studio session. Actually, I think it was an okay workout - I woke up this morning aware of the presence of abbadabbas. Although... I suppose this is from the lady who retreated after 15 minutes of Boot Camp.


And to think my boyfriend suggested I join CrossFit! He's dreamin'.


Namastai.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

RASPBERRY RIPPLE FAIL



On my recent visit to Grafton my cousin Steff and I continued our baking tradition. In the past we've attempted Melon Sago and Mint Patties; this time we decided to try the Raspberry Ripple from Sarah Wilson's I Quit Sugar book. I had heard a couple of people singing its praises so we were pretty excited to try it. However, the results were less than impressive! After eating our Ripple, certain family members requested Aunty Wendy's leftover cheesecake. Burn. Our Raspberry Ripple split - meaning its layers separated, and it did not, taste good. The section that didn't split was reasonably yummy, but too salty. I wondered what could have gone awry, as we are such talented cooks, generally. That's when I took to the internets and uncovered a whole trove of comments form I Quit Sugerers saying that their Raspberry Ripples had split, too! Methinks this recipe is no match for a Women's Weekly triple tested number.

Make at your peril.