The show must go on

So it’s been a while huh. I’m noticing there’s a pattern with these blogs where I always open them with an apology for my absence. No ones reading anyway so screw it.

Everybody loves the little cakes

So we’re all probably aware now of my fascination with the traditions of cooking at home and it is this that has lead me on my next little cooking adventure. I’ve had an interest for sometime in the world of the CWA, good honest salt of the earth women who descend en mass at times of turbulence to make endless sandwiches, knit winter woolies and if you’re really lucky bake a sponge, don’t think I make light of their efforts though, the CWA has also dispensed more than 2 million dollars worth of aid to drought affected families in rural areas over the last couple of years.

Sometimes its whats on the outside that counts

Fear not dear reader for I have returned, I shall not furnish you with details as to my unexplained absences because frankly finding excuses to cover up the fact that I’ve been lazy will become tedious for us both. I suggest you just ignore them and we both hope for the best.

The joy of cooking

It had been a rough week for the cook, fraught with emotional minefields, punctuated by giddy moments where I just didn’t give a fuck. Often at times like those I channel my energy into making something. Not unlike my fore mothers in the days before Oprah and Cerapax, I like to think.

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stiring not even a mousse

Christmas dinner this year went pretty well I thought, as did my dining companion Rusty it would seem. I called the nice butchers over at Belmore Biodynamic meats and ordered a roast shoulder of pork, deboned and with the rind still attached so we’d have lots of crackling. I was looking forward to it for weeks, tender pork, crunchy crackling, a nice Madeira sauce to go with it and plenty of roast vegi’s, we even had Yorkshire puddings it was a feast. Though after putting all this thought into what we were going to have for dinner I had no idea what to do for dessert.

They call me Limoncello

So I haven’t posted for a while huh, I’m sure nobody was left, rocking backwards and forwards while sucking their thumbs waiting for me but the absence should at least be acknowledged. So fear not gentle readers I’ve returned, it was Christmas that stole me from you, Christmas and all the million other things that suddenly needed my attention, rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated.