On Mondays I travel an hour and a half to work, and I car pool which means I can’t be late. So Monday mornings are somewhat rushed (to put it mildly!) To make matters worse, it’s a full on day when I really don’t want to be fuzzy brained, and I often end up with a rushed and less than perfect lunch. I also work in a room full of…
I hung the quilts out to air on the verandah clothes line, forgot about them for just a couple of days, and when I went to bring them in, a pair of microbats had decided that hanging upside down inside the folds was a perfect place for a nap.
There are lots and lots of pleasures to gardening – fresh food, creative space, exercise, frugality – but one of the very best of them has to be this.
Soufflés have an undeserved reputation. I think they’re much easier and more forgiving than their rap. This one is basically just a white cheese sauce folded through beaten egg whites and baked.
I’m looking forward to a price on carbon. I think believing all the disingenuous chicken little twaddle put out by the least useful bits of capitalism is…
Fruiting planting days through until Monday, and it is such perfect garden weather – such a contrast to last weekend – that you would think the garden gods are conspiring to get me planting peas instead of spinach!
The first of the season’s broccoli. Not quite the first – I’ve cut a couple of heads early, before they were really ready – but the first full size head. This is Calibri variety, and it will keep bearing side shoots for a couple of months.