Monthly Archives: March 2015

Oh. Oh dear.

Usually the best cure for my homesickness is coming home (to Australia, to clarify). Two or three weeks every year or so and I’m generally ok to spend the balance of my life on the grey, damp isle whose main upside is being close to Europe. That and the new bakery that just opened up at the bottom of my road.

Anyway, not this time. This time I’ve a nearly-2 year old who has embraced Aussie kidhood whole-heartedly and has spent most of his time here barely clothed and barefoot. It’s brilliant.

A brief child- free break to Ubud in Bali for me and the boyfriend has only sweetened things. Ma looked after NewHuman in our absence. He was an angel on all counts it seems so I can only assume we gave her the wrong kid to look after.

We fly to London on Saturday and for the first time in about ten visits home, I don’t want to go back.








Sorry, Sorry

I’m just being shit. So shit. I’m sorry. Below is another fun array of pics of stuff recently cooked or baked. If you want recipes give me a nod.

Literally no excuse for shitness. I spend most days in the pool and/or telling NewHuman ‘no!’ in various shades of shoutiness. I’ll throw in a pic of him and/or the dog, depending on how things go with the upload. I’m doing this all on the phone as CBeebies plays on the tv and NewHuman ritually ignores it in favour of running matchbox cars up and down my leg. It’s beautiful and it hurts, just like a new love.

We are headed home to Australia in just over a week, as usual going there for only just long enough to get through jetlag and body clock realignment before returning. Not clever.

I’m VERY excited for sunshine, so much so that I stalk property on just for the sunny photos. Makes me enjoyably homesick.


Below is a veggie dish involving store-bought shortcrust, baby eggplant, zucchini, ricotta, pecorino , basil, tomatoes and not much else.


And next is rack of lamb in herbs and vinegar and mustard with parsnip and scallion. All roasted. I did this on a Monday night so extra points.


What I like to call ‘healthy’ nachos because it doesn’t involve corn chips. Delusion is a wonderful thing.


Roasted mushrooms with polenta and gorgonzola. BLOODY YUM.


And below is the resident Fruiterer. Won’t eat a vegetable but will happily eat so much fruit it ruins my day with, well, there’s no way to say this nicely. With acres of shit.