Anzac Day lest I forgot

Hi All,

How odd?! I find myself sitting here at 3.13pm on a Sunday with no dogs noses demanding anything (they have already had their tea…), Steve is tucked up watching something actually worth watching on the television and I cooked him a delicious chicken curry from scratch last night so he wants the second half of it for his tea tonight so all I have to cook tonight is a bit of steamed rice to accompany it. I made 24 Anzac biscuits today…I like to think of them as “Résistance Biscuits”…never one to be mainstream if I have a choice folks, I am aligning them with the French Resistance because “Resistance is futile” when it comes to not eating them. Today’s batch deviated from the recipe that I found on the Aussie recipe website “Taste”…here’s how it started out…

http://www.taste.com.au/recipes/21104/anzac+biscuits

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The first batch of biscuits was a teensy bit über crunchy and so I baked the second batch a little less. The tartlet case was baked only till it was set because I didn’t want it to be too hard to cut when Steve was eating it later in the day

Nice and easy…a good recipe to send to the troops by savvy and canny Aussie housewives who didn’t want their menfolk to have to eat soggy or mouldy treats. The secret is the golden syrup that sets them nice and crispy and crunchy and as I had decided to make “biscuits” today Steve said “what about making Anzac’s? After all…it IS just about Anzac Day isn’t it?”…Bugger…the Pom remembered and I didn’t…my patriotic father would be spinning in his grave! My family has a very strong tradition with Anzac Day in many different ways and so Anzac biscuits (as penance along with a bit of self-flagellation in the privacy of the shed, Frank has suffered enough! ;) ) were my saving grace. I also forgot my sisters 48th birthday yesterday. “SORRY PINKY!” I made you a nice card in Photoshop and you can consider some of that shed flagellation penance as yours ok? ;)

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A close up of the leftover Anzac biscuit dough pressed into a small individual tart pan and baked

Of COURSE my Anzac biscuits were not the same as the recipe. Nothing to do with pretention mind you, I could care less about elevating my recipes by cramming them full of super foods and strange overpriced ingredients. I would rather source something locally that would do the trick thank you! The reason for the swapsies was that this little black duck had run out of golden syrup :o(…I had also run out of coconut…now coconut and golden syrup MAKE Anzac biscuits so what was I going to do to save the day? First I remembered a pot of strange Chinese malty stuff that resembles almost set toffee in my pantry. I bought it back when I lived in Western Australia on one of our jaunts from the south up to Perth the capital city and our favourite place to go hunting for interesting ethnic ingredients. I bought it…I opened it…I looked at it…I tasted it…I forgodaboudit. It wasn’t that there was anything predominately “wrong” with it; it was just bland and stiff, sort of like über thick glucose on steroids. I figured that it would approximate the desired effect of golden syrup and after wrestling an approximation of 2 tbs of it out of the tub I forced the lid back on and hid it at the back of the pantry where it will probably stay till the next time I need golden syrup.

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The finished desert full of sticky toffee apple pieces cooked in a vanilla butter toffee sauce. Steve said it was lovely. The only thing missing was a great big dollop of thick whipped cream ;)

Coconut was harder…I then remembered that I HAD coconut flour! I had made homemade coconut milk and had dehydrated the resulting pulp and had jars of the stuff languishing on my pantry shelves! I tossed a cupful of it into the mix and crossed my fingers that the recipe would work. I mixed the bicarb soda and water and was assured that I had to remove the melted butter and pseudo golden syrup from the heat as it would fizz up majestically once the bicarb was added… I was expecting Vesuvius and removed the small saucepan away to the sink where I dumped the bicarb and water mix into the pan and cringed…nothing happened. Not even a pathetic “bloop”… I mixed everything together and then rolled the sticky mass into tablespoon sized balls and squished them down onto a baking paper (fool me once!) lined baking tray and after the prescribed time in the oven they emerged brown, über crisp and a complete success!

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This was the dog door prior to today. As you can see it had developed a curious coating of “filth” over the top of that wonderful silver colour that Steve found in the shed. Note the fluffy bathrobe…apparently “Earlvis has left the building” ;)

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Behold…the new dog door! Steve made it bigger so that Bezial doesn’t have to do the limbo when exiting and we don’t have to keep getting up to open up the sliding door at night time when he thinks he senses a possum invading his personal space

Steve was most pleased. Steve is a grazer and likes to open the fridge and cut a bit off “something” to walk around with in his hand…he likes to open a lid and extract another “something”, he loves nothing more than 1 ½ cheese sandwiches at odd times of the day smothered in the latest condiment of his choice wrestled from the fridge. Cold butter is the bane of this man’s life ;). The ability to walk past the newly instated biscuit barrel, do a double take and walk back…followed by a furtive lid lifting and extraction moment will give him endless pleasure. I have promised to ensure that the newly instated biscuit barrel remains half full at all times. I am on a baking jag and that won’t be hard. I found a recipe for chocolate sourdough biscuits (that would be “cookies” to you Northern folk) that I want to try so I might just fill up the biscuit barrel tomorrow and whenever I notice the level falling below half I can bake another batch of biscuits to ensure the barrels “never-ending” status.

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Here’s the new dog door in situ. Note the “Not A Barn” sign…you saw it? Steve doesn’t …sigh…

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Bezial showing his willingness to exit the dog door (at least in the daytime when it’s not all that cold outside…)

I have been threatening to adopt a Biafran…to go doorknocking to deliver baskets of goodies that I want to bake. I want to get stuck into perfecting a really good loaf of sourdough so that I can regularly turn out something both presentable AND delicious. Not a whole lot to ask is it? I think it’s time to get into the neighbours good books and start dropping off fresh baked loaves of bread and home baked treats. I love to experiment and as Steve so succinctly put it the other day “I can only eat so much, I am only 1 man!” When my recipe wanderlust sets in it’s hard to get it to stop. The freezer is full to the brim of lasagne, chilli, pasties, calzone and lots of individually portioned soup (my food of choice for my evening meal) and can’t handle anything more. This happens to me occasionally. I think the cold weather brings out a primal need to nest and my baking up a storm seems to be linked to that desire.

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Here’s a cute shot of Earl for all of his multiple fans around the globe…

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And here’s Earl thinking “I’m SURE celebrities get something for all of this posing!”

Did you notice that I have started splitting my posts up into MUCH smaller paragraphs? You can thank the wonderful wordstress “Thinking Cowgirl” for that. She reminded me that I am actually typing for an audience here and not just to vent my muses. She has a wonderful blog that you can check out here…

http://thinkingcowgirl.wordpress.com/

Her latest post on Baroness Thatcher’s demise really got me thinking. We got most of Ms Thatcher’s thrashed and broken union leaders who came out to the Antipodes to lick their wounds. No matter what you thought about the woman, she certainly knew how to scare people! This cowgirl knows how to write…her style captivated me from the very first post that I read and I wouldn’t miss a post now. I like to hoard them, like Mr 23 Thorn’s posts, and savour them over a nice big mug of tea when I haven’t got anything else to detract from the wonderful flavours that these wordy alchemists are able to infuse their posts with.

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We went to Launceston yesterday after visiting our friend in the witness protection and took a few photos for our course while we were there. This beautiful old Acer vitifolium caught my eye and I decided to share it with you

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I love Boston Ivy/Parthenocissus tricuspidata (or Virginia Creeper as mum used to call it). It’s a very useful plant for covering up unattractive areas and it turns the most glorious colours in autumn each year.

Words are beautiful folks. If you can weave them into something that can reach out and grab the attention of a complete stranger and carry them halfway around the world and enlighten them with your common condition you have something special at your fingertips. You ALL owe her a huge “thank you Thinking Cowgirl” because now you don’t have to stick a piece of chewing gum onto your monitor if you get interrupted when reading a Serendipity Farm blog post ;). Now if I can only learn to harness my muses for good who knows what I could do? Just thinking…it might be best to let sleeping dogs lie! ;)

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An interesting number plate that we noticed on our walk with the boys in town. This one is from my home state of Western Australia (3886.8km or 2415.14555 miles away from Launceston for those of you who aren’t sure of the translation). We were curious to see this obvious “work vehicle” parked in a leafy suburb in Launceston Tasmania… when the driver gets home do you think he will have some “splainin’ to do?” ;)

I am going to backtrack to where I told you that I made 24 Anzac biscuits and add “and I had some mix left over”. I could have made another 4 biscuits but I decided to get creative. I filled a small individual round flan tin with the mix and pressed it into the tin. I then baked the mix but not to crunchy brownness because I didn’t want Steve to chip his teeth on what was “supposed” to be a dessert treat! I then cooked some of my traditional “toffee apple apples” by peeling and slicing them and tossing them gently in butter and spices (in this case cinnamon, mixed spice and a pinch of ground ginger) and cooking them until tender and then adding about ¼ of a cup of sugar. I did this to make a sort of sticky toffee sauce that you could replicate with rapadura or coconut sugar or even honey if you wanted. After removing the caramelised mix from the heat and cooling a little I added some vanilla and then heaped the mix into the flan tin. I then made some vanilla custard and Steve got dessert, a rare but most welcome event

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Bezial just demanded to get in on the “cute” action as well…he says he is every bit as cute as Earl but without the chicken plucking capabilities

Well we made it through Monday and we collected some wood. We also made a plan to tidy up the driveway (at least the bits you can see) and haul off the brushwood that is littering the area to burn or to stockpile somewhere less visible. Half of what makes a “lovely garden” is what you see; it’s a pity that most “lovely gardens” are so maintenance intensive folks! The best thing for the garden, a “natural” garden, is to let everything stay where it drops. Let the wood lay there, the leaves, let the chooks scratch and dig and let the fungus grow. Your garden will look like utter shite BUT it will be a happy garden :o). Is there a happy medium? Apparently there is. I have seen them. Gorgeous green gardens full of fecundity and health…permaculture paradises that make Serendipity Farm look like something that slithered directly from the surface of Mars. Do I know how to turn Serendipity Farm into something approximating these gorgeous vistas? Nope. I have all of that horticultural “stuff” crammed inside my head…so does Steve…but we found ourselves wanting to take the easy way out and just “BURN THE LOT” when it came to brushwood and fallen branches and Steve did the WORST cut with his chainsaw on a poor tree resulting in a massive branch bark tear…time to send that Chainsaw license back methinks Steve!

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We live in a very pretty state (I DO feel sorry for that poor woman lugging her groceries up that steep pathway though ;) )

What is it about “stuff” that you have crammed in your head that makes it SO difficult to get it to translate out into the real world? What do these magic green fingered permaculturalists have that we don’t? Is it because we are lazy middle aged sloths? Most probably. I dare say the vim, vigour and verve of some of these idealistic creative people would make me tired just to be in their presence. I am a bit like Garfield…I occasionally have to curl up and fall asleep in a sunbeam. These people put in dawn to dusk hours and the results speak for themselves. Steve and I wander around our “garden” hand in hand in hope that the fear that rises whenever we venture from inside the house will somehow abate if there are two of us sharing it… it doesn’t. Everywhere we turn there is something else to do and sometimes it is as much as we can do to just go outside!

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Most of the older houses in Launceston have these lovely old balconies and stained glass windows. I love the eclectic mix of styles that has evolved over the years and am not sad that we moved to this pretty part of the state :)

I have vision…I have all kinds of PDF’s and word documents and friends online who can give me ideas and help and hope but that all amounts to sweet bugger all if we don’t take all of that wonderful “stuff” and use it…”DO” it. We look at each other sometimes like we are both thinking “paper, rock, scissors…YOU DO IT!” but it needs both of us to work together and I can’t help thinking that there is some kind of life lesson here. We are at least planning the work and I guess that is a start but Steve and I take dragging our feet to a new level. I guess we just have to keep our eyes on the big picture and not the nitty-gritty stuff that we have to do to get there. The initial start-up capital in a permaculture garden and food forest is the work that you have to do to observe, to plan, to implement and to work out how you are going to do what you want to do with your property. Part of the problem is that we have to do what we can with a very small budget. One could almost say a minuscule budget. What the hell, “No budget at all folks!” This results in a lot of frustration and a lot of invention. In the process we learn a lot and you can’t really ask for more than that…aside from a ready-made permaculture garden and food forest I guess ;)

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This is a HDR rendered image. Please don’t ask me what that means. The net was down this morning and I couldn’t find out so you might have to do a bit of detective work yourself on this one. All I know is that you end up with something a whole lot brighter than the original 3 photos that you use to compile the shot, you have to take a normal an underexposed and an overexposed photo using a tripod so that you don’t get any movement and then Photoshop does its magic on them and turns them into this.

We are off to our friend in the witness protections home today for a visit. We hermitage dwellers very rarely deal with humankind. Aside from blogging and sharing online, I probably go to town once in a blue moon…make that every second blue moon but today we visit and we talk garden and we reinvigorate ourselves and our friend back into all things horticulture. It’s a kind of tribal thing. You start to lose perspective and purpose and one or other of us pulls in the reigns. This time our friend wants to start making some spiral gardens. She is a victim of Tassie’s treacherous native animals as much as we are but add rabbits and bush rats into the equation and even her unmitigated optimism is starting to flag. She no sooner plants things than they get eaten. She has been growing hardy pentstemons on her property for years. NOTHING touches them folks. They must be poison on a stick for these creatures because they will scarf potato and rhubarb leaves with glee and live to tell the tale. She bought a lovely white pentstemon and low and behold, it got scarfed! It gets hard to keep yourself buoyed when you read other people saying “just plant LOTS of things” and you know that if you do that, you are going to have lots of sticks in the ground :o(. Everything has to be fenced off or protected in some way or it gets inhaled and digested by something out there.

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This looks a whole lot like photos that were hand painted in the early part of the 20th century.

Today we regroup…if only to revive our flagging spirits and pass on some info on keyhole gardens, spiral gardens and other permaculture processes to take our mind off our dry dead stick gardens. After a couple of cups of tea anything is possible! I might take a bit of my latest sourdough carrot cake with chocolate icing for her and we can plot our plans of our own little world’s domination. “We are the top of the food chain damnit! We DEMAND you stop eating our plants!”… Yeah… that’ll work! ;). After we visit our friend we will head into Launceston. We will drop off some eggplants and dehydrated bananas for our daughters. Dehydrated bananas are THE BOMB people. They look like something that Earl just deposited high in a shrub (he is weird with where he will “deposit”…) but taste like heaven. After Steve picks up some thick dowel from the shed in town, we will head to the city and will take some photos of “stuff” for our course. I will hold (read get dragged around the park Willy-nilly by…) the boys while Steve sets up the tripod and camera. After that we head off to Bunning’s (hardware heaven to you Northerner’s…) to pick up some plywood to make a better dog door. Bezial is having problems going through our limbo inducing door and we are tired of getting up and opening up the sliding doors onto the deck for him to go out and join Earl in his nightly forays into possum heckling.

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This last HDR shot really shows you the dramatic look you can get when you use this technique. It looks more painted than real and I really quite like how it looks. What do you think?

I have been promised the lure of a few thrift shop hunts if I hold the dogs in the park (you can read me SO well Stevey boy! ;) ) and after we tussle our way around the city with two very boisterous country dogs hell bent on peeing on every single lamppost, phone booth, sign, traffic light and anything else that stands still long enough to be considered as a perfect place to scribble “Earl woz ere’” in pee… we will allow them to drag us back to the car and will head home. I have 2 mature coconuts to crack and deal with. Not sure what I am going to do with them but Steve bought them for me on shopping day and I will probably make some coconut kefir out of them. I want to try souring some cream with kefir for making Steve nachos. I am drinking my second fermented date sweetened alcoholic non-dairy milk kefir daily now. It’s great stuff! Who’d-a thunk that chickpeas could be milked let along turned into kefir? The curious thing is that rather than curling up their little brainiac like curds and croaking in the weird things I am trying to culture them in, Kid Creole’s coconuts are thriving and breeding exponentially! What have I done! I am starting to feel like Frankenstein with his monsters…how far can a vegan go before she is entering territory too strange for even we crazy plant based fools?!

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(Bugger…I just ran out of photos for this post…do you think they will notice I am using an old photo? Did I mention that a possum ate all of the foliage off that lovely begonia? Do they know that I gave that leather chair to the girls? Can they see a slightly more rotund me taking a photo of herself accidentally in the kitchen window? Nah… I think I got away with it ;) )

It’s just hit 6am. Time to wrap this post up for the press tomorrow. Are they easier to read divided up into smaller paragraphs? I hope so ;). I am only here because my RSS Feed Reader threw a tantrum and decided not to work from 5am onwards so I am taking advantage of my spare time and value adding it. See you all on Saturday folks…hopefully you spring living folk in the North can post something other than salads and smoothies for us poor autumn dwelling folk here in the South ;). See you then :o)

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http://www.notquitenigella.com/2012/11/02/sketti-with-buttered-ketchup/

I am driving this image like I stole it alright? I didn’t have time to make a batch of sketti and butter BUT this wonderful lady did! Not only did she make this fine upstanding recipe but she wrote a post about it AND she is a food snob! Go check out her wonderful post (not that I did but hey…I owe her SOMETHING for the lend of her photo!) and marvel at how delicious 2 meals for $4 can look…Steve…you have a foodie future ;) now I just need to find Honey Boo-boo’s mum June’s email address and beg forgiveness for pinching her families secret recipe…

Just a very quick post script here…Steve wants to add something to the post. He was watching Curtis Stone who shamelessly went to the U.S. and traded on his “Aussieness” to get himself a television show and is now back in Australia flogging Coles supermarket and his “feed your family for under $10 a meal” deal. Steve says that anyone out there who needs to fill up on less than $3 to feed the family should use his “Skettie” recipe that he borrowed from Honey Boo-boo’s mum June a few posts ago. He also says that the first “Skettie” meal would cost you $3. The second one you would only have to pay $1 for the packet of pasta as you would still have half a bottle of tomato sauce and half a container of margarine left. That’s 2 meals for $4 Curtis…Steve says “BEAT THAT!” ;) Just a note to Woolworths…Steve is waiting for your call…

28 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. brymnsons
    Apr 24, 2013 @ 16:51:53

    Hidy ho good neighbour! That’s what I’d be saying if you were delivering your lovely baked goodies to me. Is there a place for us to move to?? Only thing is it would probably be a bit too cold for me to endure. I am buying thermals for my visit :) and for winter in Norseman, because I have been told that it gets mighty cold there. The photos look amazing, even a bit 3d ish. What a great program. I had a look on line but it costs a bomb, and since I just spent my savings on a sewing machine, will definitely be put on the bottom of the must haves list. I can’t say that honey boo boo’s mum’s recipe appeals to me. I think I will stick to my own, which probably takes longer but is A: probably bit tastier and B: a hell of a lot better for you lol. On the other hand your bickies sound yum! Well done on the door for the dogs too, looks lovely in that colour.

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    • narf77
      Apr 25, 2013 @ 03:48:59

      Frank seems to have moved himself out to a massive great boat that he bought and has moved in front of his house on the river so I dare say Adrianne might let you and Bruce stay with her now ;). I think our roosters might have been a twitch too far? ;). Don’t forget we have Brunhilda and you will be doing the clothes shuffle, put on clothes to go outside…remove clothes to come inside like I do ;). Steve is going cold turkey at the moment as there are no more Honey Boo Boo shows being aired so the “Sketti and butter” are his way of sharing the love ;). When do you get to play with your new baby? Can’t wait to see posts about what you are about to make with her! :)

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  2. LyndaD
    Apr 24, 2013 @ 19:23:55

    I dont mean to be rude but does Stevie Boy look like Curtis!!!!!

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    • narf77
      Apr 25, 2013 @ 03:57:58

      Nope…Stevie Boy looks BETTER than Curtis! ;) Check this out…

      http://theroadtoserendipity.wordpress.com/2012/12/19/the-new-costa-and-the-u-k-beet/

      Scroll down and you tell ME who is better looking ;) At least Steve grows his own veggies and doesn’t sell out to any Supermarket willing to give him a wheelbarrow of cash ;)

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      • Lynda D
        Apr 26, 2013 @ 16:16:00

        Oh, id have to agree. He is cute and those beetroot are huge. Beautiful Photos
        So glad he’s not trying to compete with Costa as i hate that beard. I just want to cut it off. Imagine sleeping with it….. (my opinion only).

      • narf77
        Apr 26, 2013 @ 17:31:04

        Steve says that he is glad you are admiring his “beetroot”…he admits they are HUGE and is very proud of his “beetroots” ;). Steve sometimes grows his beard a little longer but as soon as it gets too itchy it’s back to goatee ;). Costa has wire wool for his hair and beard and is a manic gnome but we adore him :). Not enough to sleep with him though… ;)

  3. rabidlittlehippy
    Apr 24, 2013 @ 19:44:49

    ANZAC day is usually a day of tears for me cos that last post sets me off every time. EVERY single time. I too might make Anzac bikkies I think. With Ignisa on most days now it’s so easy just to crank up her heat and whack something in the oven. In fact, bread rolls and caramel scrolls are in now (not sourdough sadly but emergency needs must).

    The new post format is easier to read and I will be much less hesitant about starting posts without a guaranteed interruption free time. ;)

    Those photos of HDR (High Def Resolution maybe? I’m guessing) are stunning! The saturation of the colour is something special isn’t it.

    As for gardens brimming with verdancy and fecundity, Martin and I are hoping to take the kids to David Holmgren’s place on Permaculture day. Yes, Melliodora is open for 2 tours on the 5th May, morning or afternoon. Hopefully, with several tonnes of small food bribes we will be able to keep 3 young kids occupied whilst we ogle and drool over a garden of wild greenery, productivity and beauty. Not to mention their house too. I can’t wait. :D

    P.S. I would totally eat sketti and buttered ketchup IF and only if it was made with sourdough pasta, real butter (preferably organic or biodynamic pasture fed butter) and my homemade and organic ketchup. Otherwise, bleuch!

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    • narf77
      Apr 25, 2013 @ 04:01:42

      I am SO envious of you going to Melliodora! Please take LOTS of photos and post about it for weeks. He has the perfect temperate climate garden and that’s what we in the South should be aiming for. Before David, most permaculture was limited to the tropics and there wasn’t anything about temperate climate permaculture in Australia but he was the forrunner (in more ways than one ;) ) and gave us a bit of hope that it could, indeed, be done :). I SO wish I could go too :(. Oh well…maybe next year I can plan for it :). If you made sourdough pasta, used your own naturally fermented sauce and used your own cultured butter that would turn “Sketti” into dinner with bags of nutrition :) Steve says “your welcome!” ;)

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  4. christiok
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 05:51:56

    LOLOLOLOLOL!! “I can only eat so much, I am only 1 man!” I have wondered so many times how Steve manages to eat all the food you make but don’t eat! So funny to imagine him saying this. :)

    And I totally relate to cooking waves, especially in the autumn. I love your trips to town, too, and seeing the buildings and flora of your neck of the woods.

    Sticking chewing gum onto my monitor to mark my place??!! OMG.

    Love the new dog door. That blue paint was on your white board, too, eh? I really like it. Molly just painted a room in her new house that color and white. Best room in the house now, she says.

    “Earl woz ere” = pee-mail

    Hang in there, my twin. You two are working like crazy and are sending out love vibes all over the world! Besides, it’s the process that counts. Wherever what counts is tallied. :) Love from Olalla.

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    • narf77
      Apr 25, 2013 @ 05:55:53

      You just revived my flagging spirits Christi :). We are off to do some hard labour in the coal mines (well in the garden site) and there isn’t any more procrastination to do, we just have to “DO IT!” now ;). I will take the camera so that I can share what we are doing and hopefully my “vision” will be visible. I know the piles of woody debris are entirely visible! At least I can use them to help save on the costs of filling the garden beds now :). There is always a solution, you just have to find it and it might take a bit of time to do so! :). Have a gorgeous spring day tomorrow and watch out for sage…he has spring fever! ;)

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  5. jenny shepherd
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 05:56:50

    HI fran thanks to you i have somethink else to do when i cant sleep.I hope you have a nice birthday.Iwould love to be there but i don think i can make it.SO MAYBE you could save me some cake.

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    • narf77
      Apr 25, 2013 @ 06:04:23

      HA!!!! Pity it isn’t for ages yet ;). Better still…friend Kym and find out when it is? ;) Glad to see you are up and doing your finger exercises…remember “I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU!” ;)

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    • narf77
      Apr 25, 2013 @ 07:23:08

      By the way…you just outed yourself to all of my dear constant readers…Yes folks…”Jenny Shepherd” is our friend in the witness protection! You are going to have to move now Jen! ;) (and I am STILL not talking to you!!! ;) ) See you next week where we can use Steve as an intermediary ;)

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  6. Chica Andaluza
    Apr 25, 2013 @ 06:44:33

    Love Anzac biscuits but have not made them for ages. Quite like the idea of making them with glucose on steroids! Am chuckling too over a comment above about pee mail :) Maybe we should get a dog flap…mind you in Spain they live outside in their luxury little dog house. Love the idea of you and Steve venturing outside to check out humankind hand in hand…

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  7. Littlesundog
    Apr 26, 2013 @ 11:00:37

    Photos of Earl… DROOL He is most handsome! I had never heard of “ANZAC Day” so you’ve caused me to learn something new again. I’m beginning to think this is an educational blog… Great post and photos Fran!

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    • narf77
      Apr 26, 2013 @ 15:57:48

      Anzac Day is very important to we Aussies and New Zealanders…we might be small countries but a lot of our Grandfathers etc. went to war for King and Country (and then Queen and country ;) ) as we are still part of the commonwealth. My own great uncle Oscar died in the first world war and he was only 18. We observe Anzac Day as a way to never forget the sacrifices that they made for us and lots of Aussies head overseas to where the mass graves are in France at Anzac Cove for Anzac Day. Earl says “right back atcha baby!” ;)

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  8. athursdayschild has a long way to go and much to be thankful for.
    Apr 26, 2013 @ 12:14:44

    Spiral sounds interesting. Chris and I have thought about a labyrinth (not a maze) from time to time. Had to google Anzac Day. That was my learn something new thing for today.

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    • narf77
      Apr 26, 2013 @ 16:00:18

      That’s 2 people I educated today :). Glad you checked it out. It is a very important day for we Aussies and New Zealanders and is a large part of our ethos. In 2015 it will be 100 years since the very first Anzac Day and where I used to come from in Albany Western Australia was where the ships set sail off to war and it was the last place that they saw before they landed in the middle of a battle zone. They sacrificed their lives so that we could remain free and we honour them every year for their sacrifices. It’s the very least that we can do for them :)

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  9. Sophie33
    Apr 26, 2013 @ 16:50:17

    Happy Belated Anzac day to you, my sweet friends! Anothernot, that filled tartlet looks so insanely delicious! Ca we get the recipe, please???? xxx

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    • narf77
      Apr 26, 2013 @ 17:29:34

      Easy peasy Sophie, I used a recipe for Anzac biscuits for the base…

      http://www.taste.com.au/recipes/21104/anzac+biscuits

      Only bake it for about 8 minutes or till it is pale as otherwise it will set hard like an Anzac biscuit ;). Next get 2 apples (whatever kind you like) and peel them and core them and slice them thinly. I then sauté the apples in butter (use Margarine for vegan) with 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon a sprinkle of ground ginger and a sprinkle of mixed spice. When the apple is just tender I add about 1/2 cup sugar (brown is good but I didn’t have any) and let the apples bubble till the butter and sugar form a nice syrup. I add a teaspoon of vanilla and then pour the apples into the tart base and let it cool before serving. Easy peasy! :).

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  10. Hannah (BitterSweet)
    Apr 27, 2013 @ 05:15:30

    I had no idea it was Anzac day, and in fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever tasted a proper Anzac biscuits. There’s just no appreciation for them in the states, it seems. If they were all made with coconut syrup though, I’d sure change my tune! Not only was that a good save, but it sounds so delicious, especially with the coconut flakes to boot. That tart looks absolutely to die-for, despite how many dozens (maybe hundreds at this point) of pies and tarts I’ve eaten in the past year.

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    • narf77
      Apr 27, 2013 @ 05:26:03

      I am blushing Hannah :) I guess Anzac biscuits are pretty humble fare BUT they keep for 14 million years in a jar and are as crisp as the day that they went in there. No half life here folks…just good honest golden syrup :)

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