Sunday started as an average day for Amanda, the alter ego of superhero The Broccoli Whisperer. She woke with a hangover. At an early Mothers Day lunch, she enjoyed a few glasses of hair of the dog and regaled her husband's family with hilarious anecdotes. Then amused her husband with witty banter all the way home from Brisbane. The football finished and darkness descended over the farm. Just ...
time-worn tucker
baked chocolate rum cheesecake
Every morning my girls phone my folks from the “school bus” aka the backseat of my car. They chat to Nan and Pop about what’s planned for today and generally shoot the breeze. Last month, we invited Nan and Pop up for a belated birthday celebration. The girls were chatting excitedly with Poppy in the backseat. What kind of cake would you like ...
Children are keen observers but poor interpreters.
I hadn’t long been a parent when I discovered a quote from Rudolf Dreikurs, an Austrian psychiatrist, who said “Children are keen observers but poor interpreters”. It stuck with me and as the Big Sister becomes more aware of world events, I’m once again reminded of the quote. Just what does she make of the stories she sees on the news ? This week we've had numerous conversations about ...
crispy skin salmon with wasabi coriander butter
I'm not used to being in the hot seat, but lately I've been on the receiving end of some big questions. My latest interview was for Inspired: top 100 food bloggers who have been kind enough to include me in their list of fabulous food bloggers from around the globe. I know, ridiculous huh? I can't quite believe it either. I'm a notorious over-thinking, so most of the questions took (too) ...
sausages in tomato and onion gravy
when my husband and I married, my best friend was less than impressed. Don't get me wrong - she loves Bearhands, but she thought that two keen cooks marrying each other was a waste. She'd spent her adult life sustained on toast and takeaway, then married a bloke who couldn't boil water and found herself cooking every night. The thought of two capable cooks in the same household seemed ...
baby massage is bullshit
I did not find the transition to motherhood easy. It may sound conceited but before motherhood, if I tried/practiced/studied really hard at something, I could get the hang of it. Being so crap at parenting came as an enormous shock. It didn’t matter how many books I read or techniques I learned, I could not for the life of me get the Big Sister to sleep. I felt like a failure. Failure turned to ...