Friday, July 31, 2009

A new fruit I found in Coles

Yesterday I bought two Mangosteens. Who would have thought they would be like they are inside!

Dining Etiquette:
How To Eat A Mangosteen

It will be fun eating them. Glad I found this video before we tried to eat them.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

A Dark Day Out

This fortnight I actually got to shop in Coles, my old favourite supermarket from my days before living in a remote location, 6 years ago. It was a nice Coles, very relaxed. I even got to buy the new Name Me Vegemite. My daughter and I went to the regional centre to get her some passport photos. Even in Coles I was told I had a long shopping docket.

Thursday ~ Bean & Spinach Korma
Friday ~ Hearty Country Risotto
Saturday ~Zucchini Pasta
Sunday ~ Cabbage & Split Peas
Monday ~ Fusilli, Broccoli & Pumpkin Bake
Tuesday ~ eating out
Wednesday ~ Cauliflower & Bacon Macaroni Cheese
Thursday ~ Spaghetti Bolognaise
Friday ~ Indonesian Style Rice
Saturday ~ Spicy Beef Sausage Bake
Sunday ~ Fettucine with Italian sausages
Monday ~ Mushroom & Bok Choy Risotto

Extras or substitutions: Sweet Potato
Lentil Soup with Bacon Bones
Pumpkin & canned lentil soup
Sausages with Lentils & Polenta
Warm Sausages & Potato Salad

Bok Choy

Thursday, July 23, 2009



This week's writing assignment over at "A thousand words...and then some..." is based on the word "simplicity." I found it at Daily Pleasures.

I'll start with a variation on Amy's answer:

Simple Memories...

Poached eggs cooked by my Nana both at her work and at home, I was allowed to go to work with her. Homemade tomato sauce and bakery bread.

Walks down to the creek, not that I had to walk that far, and there was more than one, one we visited when Dad was working with his brother on the farm.

Gathering hazelnuts from under my uncle's tree. I was a grown up by this stage, and just remember how they lay on the lawn, I didn't really gather them, but admire them.

Dehusking cape gooseberries in Mum's vege patch.

Swimming in the river.

Going through the bush while we were supposed to be in the school yard. We came in from the school pine plantation. We made booby traps until the teachers found out. The logs were wet and decaying.

Looking at tadpoles in the tabledrains?

Building a fire in the bush in winter to BBQ with my step-sons and my toddler.
Reading Little House, though I don't actually remember reading as a child, only a teenager.

My teenage friend's parents open fire.

My Mum's friend's three daughters and the way they cooked their toast in the early days before they renovated their house.

My Grandma baking square scones on her little table she baked on.

Playing soccer out on the road edge outside our house with some kids from down the road.

The special pinecone trees at school and the games we played under them.

Walking nextdoor to visit Grandma.

Coming home and going through the sprinkler.

Mum's lino cleaning machine.

My Mum's friend's dress up box and its contents for her daughters.

The crickets in our second married home, and the special frogs that live in the bromelliads.

The sound of trains in our hometown.

My mother's phrases for waking me up or wishing me Happy Birthday.

These days the cold at night reminds me of being only 20 and spotlighting with my husband.

Amy says of hers: These are my childhood memories and these are the kind of memories I want for my children. Simple times of love and laughter, work and friendship, peace and security...

I had plenty of time to work through this with three step-children and five children of my own. I am now finding that I need to ask this question of myself about my seven year old daughter and my twelve year old daughter. I haven't been able to answer it yet. However, our new house is providing them with some nice experiences. Not sure if I have mentioned this, but I was very happy with my fifteen year old daughter when driving there mentioned a hill and that she was amazed someone actually owned it. I think it was pretty big, it was on the NSW side, you can imagine. I like how they can observe things out of the car now. I do that. I am thinking now perhaps that came from the three years I travelled the distance on the bus, similar distance to their trip to the other house. Maybe it was also travelling with Mum and Nana in the car to my uncle's and to town, again the same distance. We went to town on Friday's and went to the cafe and had toasted cheese and ham sandwiches.

My childhood memories are getting dimmer I think. Not sure. My Dad died last May, maybe that has something to do with it, or that I live away from that area now and don't visit often as it is a fair way and we have our son to visit as well, and the two houses to maintain. I have written a little about this subject before, ie childhood memories here.

Some more thoughts:

riding my horse, helping Dad break in our foal, riding with Dad through our 1,000 acres of bush in the rain, finding clay in the bush dam and being excited I could actually make something with it, finding a wasps nest on the bush hut's verandah, the simplicity of the table and things inside, the bed ends used as farm gates and things around the old dairy on our farm, the bulbs that came up around the house that was still there, the simple kitchen and window that belonged to that house, the creek below with the anxle of an old truck or car, the tiny stones in the creek, different to the stones in our own creek a mile away,

our other farm, or part of the overall farm, with the small creek that came down to the road at the front, and going through it one day on a horse, of the animals that came through the fence, native animals. The nearby old tip. The old guys house along the road, was it even on his own land? The sheep tracks that go here and there. The old quince tree. Cutting wood with Dad and his brother up the back of that paddock.

I worked out I am an outside person stuck inside. I realise that when I stop the car in the warmer months to check out some roadside apples and walk along in the grass. My paragraphs also attest to the fact that it is good that at age 40 I came to live in The Man From Snowy River country amongst the bush legends and the horses and bush. Last night my husband and I had an arm wrestle. I win. He said I was born with strong shoulders. Shoulders of a farmer's daughter perhaps? I am also glad we still have wood for our fire, since living here of course, so I can smell it when I go to the car.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Soup Weather

Pumpkin Ravioli

Six of the recipe titles are clickable to go to the recipe.

Thursday ~ Bigos & Mashed Potatoes
Friday ~ Spaghetti Bolognaise
Saturday ~ Chow Mein
Sunday ~ Chili Plum Sausages & ?
possibly Curried Sausages or Thai Sausage & Noodle Salad
Monday ~ Pork Chow Mein
Tuesday ~ Pork Mince Stroganoff
Wednesday ~ Spiced Pumpkin & Canned Lentil Soup
Thursday ~ Pea & Ham Soup with baby Kranksys
Friday ~ Sausage Casserole with Chipolatas
Saturday ~ Veal Campagnola & Chips
Sunday ~ Osso Bucco & Mashed Potatoes
Monday ~ Lentil Soup with Bacon Bones
Tuesday ~ Salad Nicoise with Slow Roasted Vegetable Ravioli
Soy Bean & Vegetable Soup
Cream of Cauliflower Soup
Hearty Country Risotto

We have had some lovely days, yesterday and today. Very enjoyable. My traffic hazard today buying the food was a hawk coming at me sideways in the fog, he was just as surprised as I was.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Only two meatless this fortnight

and the meat didn't cost much. I did have to buy the kranskys from the deli instead of pre-packaged.

Thursday ~ Pea & Ham Soup with Kranskys
Friday ~ Chicken Snitzel Burgers with Salsa
Saturday ~ Beef Wanton Triangles (snack?)
Sunday ~ Mince
Monday ~ Spaghetti Bolognaise
Tuesday ~ Sausage Casserole with Chipolatas
Wednesday ~ Nasi Goreng
Thursday ~ Pork Mince with Brussels Sprouts
Friday ~ Pork Mince Stroganoff
Saturday ~ Pork Sausages & Rosemary Pasta
Sunday ~ Char-grilled Pork Sausages with Thai Salad (a good excuse to use my Vietnamese mint)
Monday ~ Chilli Sweet Potato & Beans with Polenta
Tuesday ~ Zucchini Pasta (left over from last week)
Wednesday ~ Borlotti Bean & Chorizo Soup

Slicing Chorizo