You'd like my brother. He's a funny bloke. Yesterday was my birthday. The texts started at 8am. This followed not long after. I thanked him. He replied. The pics continued. Anthony. Birthday message ninja. Ever get a really cool birthday message? ...
Cooking
gluten-free pancakes and getting full
The last time I blogged about how dry the farm is, we got 14mm of rain. Unfortunately that was 13 days ago and we haven’t had a drop since. Last week, Bearhands and I had some work done. We hired an excavator and operator and for two days, he worked on widening and clearing the dam. The works mean that our new and improved dam should have double the capacity it did last week. Now we just need ...
boring school lunches and other boo boos
I volunteer in the Big Sister's class room on Wednesday afternoons. This week, while supervising rectangles, the Big Sister's teacher asked me not to lean over - I was exposing a little too much boosie for the classroom. It was said kindly, but I was embarrassed and was feeling very self conscious on the drive home. It hadn't been my intention to give a bunch of five-year-olds an ...
simple coconut biscuits + a yarn about a sandwich
I bought a $14 sandwich this weekend. In my defence I didn't know it was a $14 sandwich when I chose it. Apparently that's the going rate for sandwiches on Hamilton Island. We were headed to neighbouring Dent Island for some fancy golf, so I thought that grabbing a snack at the bakery before we left might be a good idea. Nope. Not even close. $14 goes a long way on the mainland. My ...
easy cheese biscuits + hidden talents
Everyone I know has a secret talent; something they're insanely good at that isn't instantly evident. My friend Dean is an expert boat driver. Watching him handle a tinny is a joy. It's like the boat is a 12" aluminium extension of himself. Bearhands' mental maths is killer. He calculates things in his melon that I wouldn't even think about thinking about. My best mate is a reptile guru. ...
but baby it’s hot outside – pina colada ice blocks
It’s hot here. And there’s no sight of rain. I almost choked on my coffee yesterday morning when Bearhands told me he thinks we have a week's water left before we’ll be forced to stop harvesting. We’re much better off than the farmers out west. We can just stop irrigating and hope that the turf holds on until it rains. We won’t be forced to sell (or worse) shoot our herds of livestock. ...