Gluten Free Tardis

There are so many good things about the recipe that I’m about to give you that I can’t even begin to start this post by focusing on only one. It’s chocolaty, which according to my brother John is the only way to do dessert. Its gluten free, which seems to be an increasing issue now days as people become more sensitive to the environment around them and it’s the most flexible recipe I think I’ve ever found, it’s the tardis of recipes.

Progress through pancakes

There are points in ones life where you have traveled far enough down a particular road to be able to make something which tangibly demonstrates progress.
For some that may be babies, a house, winning a gold medal but in the humble world of this cook it is the pancake.

The Worlds Oldest Profession

And so I have a confession, not something I’m proud of though nor am I ashamed, at some point necessity and the seductive lure of the demon dollar strikes us all. It all started around Christmas, Livvy needed a pink tea set and Jack needed lego, always with the lego and when I was asked it all seemed so innocent, how bout doin’ something Christmassy for me luv? And so I did, and then there were birthdays, and more birthdays and now I’m in and I don’t know if I’ll ever get out again.

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.

The importance of turning up late

You can never rely on people, particularly when you’re cooking.
I have a mate of mine that I cook for all the time, I call him Rusty.
Every weekend barring death or dismemberment he dutifully comes over and I cook him something.

The Tale of the Mystery Sausage.

I’ve had a liking for a number of years for Chinese Plum Sausages. I don’t know why but mercifully for some reason I’ve always been able to stumble across at least one butcher that’s easily gotten to that will make Chinese Plum Sausages.

The art of the joy

I have this vague fascination with domestic cookery. Actually that’s a lie I have a near pathological obsession with domestic cookery.

My Daddy grows the Limes

There are certain things I come across food wise that I tend to get some might say irrationally excited about. The bacon for one, though I do guarantee it is good bacon, another is the limes that my Dad grows in his backyard in Bendigo.

The things a girl will do for bacon

Some girls search for that perfect man, some the perfect shoes. Me I searched long and hard for the perfect bacon. This maybe why I’m single and incidentally why I also have very few pairs of shoes.

The Prodigal Roast

I don’t think there was ever went a weekend without a roast being cooked at home. Whenever you go to my Dad’s house if you haven’t visited in a while he’ll make you a roast beef. Its like the prodigal roast, home is the hunter, home for a roast.

Everything tastes good when you’re a kid