Phew, I feel like I'm still catching up from the weekend. My mum and I went down to Newcastle, New South Wales to visit my brother who moved there for work recently. Newcastle was pretty cool! One of the highlights was going to Estabar at Newcastle Beach with another Newcastle-based friend. They made one of the best coffees I've had ever and their food was rockin'. We also enjoyed some wine . . .
I feel as though my life lately has been controlled by the schedule of baking bread. Folding and resting and folding and resting, proving, baking, toasting, eating, turning the stale bits into croutons, each time learning something new about the whole process. I've been budding bits of my sourdough starter and forcing it onto my friends so that we can talk about bread. I've forsaken all other . . .
Hot drinks all day and constantly preheating the oven - that's how I would describe the last week or so. I feel like I should maybe pay for more of our household's electricity bill than the other housemates? So much baking and boiling of the kettle... I made these pistachio orange biscotti for the sole purpose of Maths dude and me having something to dip into our morning coffee. Mornings are a . . .
Argh, Christmas is nearly here! What happened to this year?! Christmas here in Australia is simply not the fairytale that I've always imagined it to be for the Northern Hemisphere. It's hard to be excited about roasting a turkey in the middle of an Australian summer. There are no woolly jumpers to be seen, definitely no snow-topped rooves. It's mainly about drinking the coldest beer you can find, . . .
These muffins have been a bit of a lifesaver this week, I must say. There is a container that lives in our freezer that usually has a rotation of snacks in it: bits and pieces of leftover baking, slices of this and that. It kind of warms my heart each morning when I see Maths dude get the container out and select a couple of things to take to work. Even the things that didn't turn out great (such . . .
I've been saving this recipe up for quite some time now. It's been hard, because I am really excited about this cake and this whole post because it's my first blogiversary!!!!!! A word that I've been looking forward to using for nigh on a year. Firstly, this chocolate cake is the best cake I know how to make. It has a ~secret ingredient~ that gives it its "close-textured" crumb (learnt that . . .
Today is a good day. It's the Ekka public holiday (*smiles smugly at those interstate*)! Maths dude baked some cornbread muffins, and it was the first time he has ever baked, except for putting a lasagne in the oven and such. Can you believe that? Bless that man and his cheesy cornbread muffins. He probably never bakes because I am always being cook-zilla in the kitchen and traumatising . . .
The first time I met Harriet was when she came around to our three-lady sharehouse in Brisbane for a dinner party, a few years back, bearing a gluten-free orange and almond cake. I remember being *so* impressed with that cake. Then she mentioned that she had a food blog, and I was a little bit in awe of her for being so committed to food that she would maintain an entire website dedicated to . . .
Life has been so full and happy lately. There's been weddings, visits from and to interstate friends, travel planning, and bakingbakingbaking. Maths dude and I spent last weekend in Cairns, the place I spent all of my school holidays travelling to while I was in boarding school. For non-Australian readers, Cairns is a regional city situated in far north Queensland, about a 2.5 hour flight from . . .
Kitchen confession #308: Today I made chocolate mousse. When I had finished piping the mousse into all the glasses, I placed the piping tip into my mouth and piped the leftover mousse in my mouth, swallowing continuously so I could continue the flow of mousse. Then I put my hand right into the top of the piping bag and just licked what I could from my hand. Then when Maths dude got home I told him . . .