It's been two weeks since my last blog post, and I'm bringing you soup. Brisbane has entered its proper winter phase. Things that signal winter has arrived: - people start wearing maroon-coloured jerseys around town, meaning State of Origin is upon us - the open air ice-skating rink appears in King George Square - the golden orb spiders have all but disappeared from sight / been eaten by . . .
Each January, we head to Lake Moogerah for the Australia Day long weekend, where we kick back with cards in hand and play 500 whilst watching the serenity and listening to Triple J beats. My favourite part of the whole thing is waking up surrounded by all my friends like it's a big slumber party, making coffee and/or just getting straight to the point and having a beer. Yes, please. I was . . .
The weekend just gone was the best kind of weekend. It involved: my weekly tennis lesson, baking gingersnap brownies and decorated ginger cookies for Socktoberfest, going to Socktoberfest, drinking a lot of home-brewed bocks and eating a lot of pork knuckle and sauerkraut, and being well enough the next day to do some spring cleaning and thanking my past self for freezing some slices of this . . .
For the Queen's Birthday long weekend just gone we had two dear friends staying in our apartment. To give some context, our apartment is a tiny 2-bedroom apartment that's already pretty cramped with three people living in it. With Reana and her man peach taking up both of the couches, you might think we were really squished, but it didn't feel like it at all. Life is always so good when I get . . .
Today I’m gonna talk about England! England is awesome. Maths dude and I lived there (in Brighton!) in 2012. It’s kind of my soul country. I constantly feel nostalgic for its gloom and the fact that Londoners tend to lie down on the nearest patch of grass when the sun decides to come out. One time I went swimming in the English Channel and felt like my limbs were going to freeze right off. It made . . .
My favourite thing about Christmas is the food. I usually prepare a few things in advance to add to the table, but for the most part we eat cold meats and seafood and salads, because it's too hot to think about labouring over the stove or oven to prepare a feast at such a time of year. I mean, sunshine is great, sure. But I feel like we miss out on many of the wonderful things about Christmas . . .
Oh gad, it was my birthday on Wednesday, and it's been such a hectic week, and I don't even know what to say you to about this thing that I made. Possibly my brain is fried and no longer functional after Friday night's birthday drinks. Strugglin'. But buttery pastry helps a little. I redid an Aussie classic. Basically instead of sausage meat I filled the pastry with a delicious vegetarian . . .