What to do with an overripe banana when it gets to the point that you don’t want to look at it decaying in the fruit basket anymore? Banana pancakes on a frosty morning, in your dressing gown, loaded up with butter and quince jelly. Hello Sunday, you look lovely today!
I’ve had a couple of days break from the daily blog. It wasn’t intentional, but I was sitting there chatting to my 17 year old daughter about music at 11pm, thinking that I should go and write a post. She said have a day off. I figured it was better to continue the
Had you been in my lounge-room this afternoon you would have heard a squeak of delight as I discovered my steel ruler, MIA for several months. I had failed to return it to its rightful place and thus had not been able to find it. But as I began tidying up a pile
Every now and again I make a dish that looks like a magazine picture. Tonight was one of them, complete with bright, shiny vegetables, perfectly browned chicken drumsticks and a sprinkling of herbs on the top. Straight to the pages of my imaginary cookbook! The best thing, however, was that it tasted delicious.
I am guilty of wringing the very last breath of life out of my kitchen sponges. Long after they should have been retired to the bin, they continue to skulk around the sink looking withered and ugly. Today, however, was a day of new beginnings – the old has been discarded and a
One should not use a freshly painted wall to steady oneself when descending a ladder. If, however, one does make this mistake, ’tis best to make it a pretty mess.
I’m very happy with my new bathroom tiles. In addition to their wonderfully old-fashioned pattern, they have a very pleasing texture. Smooth but not shiny and so nice on bare feet.
The Eiffel Tower grater is possibly the most kitsch thing I own, but I do love it hanging on the kitchen wall. It delights me even more because it is eminently useful, grating fine curls of cheese whenever required. Mmm… fromage!
This probably just looks like any old floor tile to you, but for me it has become a tile of joy. For the five years I have been living in this house, the tile in the doorway between my kitchen and studio (the two rooms I use the most) has been cracked. I’d
A ladybug alighted on my laundry basket this morning. She watched as I tamed the flapping sheets into neat little bundles. Undisturbed, or perhaps intrigued, by my presence she continued her day among the green blades of grass.
