I associate this recipe with Cheistmas. I can't remember why I do, but it makes sense. This time of year is completely nuts! Things are bonkers in the farm. Bearhands planted new grass yesterday and summer arrived a few days early to desiccate the poor planting. New plant stock is high maintenance and Bearhands is looking after it with the same care and attention he gave our own newborn ...
Gardening
just what the doctor ordered
This post is brought to you by the RACGP* These things, of course, always happen on a Sunday. I was choosing seedlings for the veggie patch, because I don’t like to clean even when I’m nesting, when my phone rang. Where are you? Bearhands had cut his foot in the paddock. When I got home minutes later, I discovered the bathroom covered in blood and him sporting a wound that was beyond my first ...
Bravo Vista
When Daniel Morcombe was abducted from under the Kiel Mountain Road overpass on 7 December 2003 the nation was shocked, as was I. We held our breath as we waited for him to be returned to his parents, his twin, his family. At the time I was a single twenty-something with a promising career in mining. In twenty-four days I would meet Bearhands and I’d find myself re-plotting my career ...
bravery likes company
Last month I flew to Rockhampton to attend the Black Dog Ball, a black-tie fundraiser that helps to fund mental health work in the Rocky area. The ball was held at a nearby station called Paradise Lagoons. The camp draft arena was transformed for a night into a glittery ballroom, complete with floating floor. It was a wonderful night and the highlight was holding my friend Lauren’s hand as she ...
molasses bourbon pecan pie
You know the very best thing about blogging? All the wonderful people that you meet. Technically I haven't 'met' all of them, but it always brings a smile when I see friendly faces in my inbox. Some readers write to tell me about trying new cooking techniques. Others share recipes from their neck of the woods. Last year Doc Smith wrote and introduced himself. Doc grew up on his Grandmother's ...
a letter from the Big Sister to the PM
On the drive to school this morning folks on the radio were talking about Christmas Island. Of course, all my girls heard was Christmas Island. “There’s no such thing!” declared the Little Sister. "There is", I said, "but it’s not like the North Pole". “It’s a beach where people go to have Christmas” announced the Big Sister. "No", I said, "it’s just an island north of Australia. At the ...