Pain chocolat, croissant, pain au raisin, croissant aux amandes … The buttery goodness of French patisseries is an excellent way to make Sunday afternoon better. After singing beaucoup de French songs at the Le Festival Français in Geelong today, my tastebuds were happy to stroll through the grounds tasting beaucoup de delicious
Is this not a heavenly combination? A stage full of music and fine food and drinks. The Kingston Food & Wine Festival had all the right ingredients today, including sunshine, and I got to do two of my favourite things – play music and talk about great produce.
The ANZAC is my default biscuit when I’m short on baking creativity. It feels like the workhorse of bikkies when I’m making the batch, but when they come out of the oven I am always delightfully surprised at just how delicious they are. Crunchy on the outside, chewy inside, sweet, buttery, and oaty.
While hanging the washing out today, a flash of red in the veggie patch caught my eye. Twas the first strawberry of the season flaunting its fruitiness in the afternoon sunshine. Its bottom is not ready yet, but in few days I shall savour the tiny burst of flavour. Tis the flavour of
I do love it when an excellent book lands in my lap at exactly the right time. I read some excerpts of Judith Lucy’s latest book, Turns Out, I’m Fine, from the Book Bar on the weekend. The snippets were so good I dashed off the library on Monday to borrow it in
The builders next door have gone home. The dog across the street is asleep. The neighbour has turned his radio off and gone inside. The quiet is so nice that I don’t want to go to bed. I just want to sit in the dark and listen to the peace.
If you’re in Queenscliff on a nice day, I highly recommend wandering into the Vue Grand Hotel, grabbing a drink from the bar, then taking three flights of stairs up to the roof top. There you are treated to a 360 degree view of the town and the surrounding waters. If you’re lucky
It was so much fun taking my Book Bar out for the first time this weekend to the Queenscliffe Literary Festival. I rolled around the streets reading book exerpts to people (and the occasional song). It’s so exciting when I make a new project and it works beautifully. I met the loveliest people,
I will never tire of walking the back beach at Queenscliff. This evening it was low tide and the beach was wide and flat. The birds were busy catching dinner, floating on the salty wind as the sun splashed gold on the water and the lighthouse high on the dune.
My heart skips a beat when the first Mangos of the season arrive in the fruit shop. They herald the promise of summer and the joy of mango juice dribbling down your chin on a hot day. And I love the zingy flavour that the early ones have.
