Thursday, December 24, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Yesterday there wasn't much in the way of fresh produce for sale (though we arrived quite late and maybe there had been more earlier in the day), but it's still too cold here for much. There was some lovely fresh garlic, jars of jams and preserves, some hand knitting and other local arts and crafts, bags of Alpaca poo and plenty of enthusiasm.
The next market will be held on Boxing Day and my guess is there'll be plenty of fresh local produce at that one. Maybe we'll need to get up earlier to be there before it sells out.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
4th Feb '08
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I have collected many things in my life - beginning with swap cards and marbles and books - but my favourite collection is my family: Farmdoc and my four beautiful daughters.
To be included, an item should be old, preferably made in Australia (even better, made in Tasmania), made by a friend, or passed down through the family.
Some of what I see here are kitchen utensils I inherited from my mother in law; plates painted by my friend, the artist, Judy Holding; bottles found at Albert Park; Farmdoc's old toys and baby shoes; and some gorgeous Campbell's pottery.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Speech written. Check.
Extract to read chosen. Check.
Outfit laid out ready to wear. Check.
Hair washed. Checked.
Cookies baked. Check.
Sweets bought. Check.
Farmdoc here. Check.
I'm feeling excited and a little nervous. I'm sure I'll be overwhelmed once I'm there, surrounded by friends, family, well wishers and members of my wonderful writing community. But I hope I can enjoy it too.
My mother would have been so proud and happy for me. 'You look beautiful,' she'd have whispered to me when she saw me. It wouldn't even have been the words so much as the tone and the look on her face.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Meanwhile, with the temperature today already over 30 degrees, I’m heating my apartment (and cooling my mood) still further, by baking cookies for Thursday evening's launch at Readings. Crazy, I know, but fun too. I'm making Steven Amsterdam's Cinnamon Launch Cookies. I figure if they were good enough for the launch of Things We Didn’t See Coming, which was the winner of this year's Age Book of the Year, then they're good enough for Alzheimer's: a Love Story.
I didn't make it to Steven's launch because I was in Tasmania, though I heard it was terrific, and he can't be at mine, unfortunately, but his cookies will certainly be there.
I preheated my oven to 150 C. and lined cookie sheets with paper. Then I ground 120 grams of lightly toasted pecan nuts with 60 grams of caster sugar in my trusty food processor and set this aside.
Next, I creamed 450 grams of room temperature unsalted butter with 120 grams of sugar and a teaspoon of vanilla extract and then mixed in 500 grams plain flour, a teaspoon of salt and one tablespoon of cinnamon. Last, I added the ground nuts.
This batter doesn’t spread much, so while I listened to music from the Newport Folk Festival, I rolled teaspoonfuls into the size of large cherry tomatoes and put them reasonably close to each other on the baking tray.
In my oven these took between 15 and 20 minutes to bake until they were beginning to brown around the edges. Actually, that's what you should do; I left mine in a bit long.
I lifted them off the baking tray and onto a wire rack with an egg lift and left them for five minutes. Then, while they were still warm, I gently rolled them in icing sugar and put them on another piece of baking paper and sifted more icing sugar on top.
This recipe makes about 80 small cookies. The dough freezes well, so you could bake half a batch and save the rest for another time if you wanted. I'm expecting around 100 people at my launch so I baked the whole quantity.
If you're in Melbourne at 6.30 on Thursday, drop into Readings to say hi and taste a cookie.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Heart weeps.Head tries to help heart.Head tells heart how it is, again:You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.Heart feels better, then.But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.Heart is so new to this.I want them back, says heart.Head is all heart has.Help, head. Help heart.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
And so was this one
Unfortunately, when she got to Reader's Feast, at the corner of Bourke and Swanston Streets, there was a man trying to look at Bob Ellis's new book. She tried to be subtle - really she did - but he was engrossed and he was in her way. So, it was either push him or ask him nicely to move.
He was very nice in the end, and no readers had to be harmed in the making of this blog. Lucky for him, is all I can say.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Whenever the dogs see us approaching, they encourage along us with a frenzy of barks, and Patches hurls herself into the air against the side of the shed. The trick to getting the photo this time was to press the button before the dog became airborne.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
When we bought the property we planned to eradicate the sycamore, which is a weed, but we soon learned that we couldn't, so now we try to control it on some parts of our land and enjoy it on others. We've even made a picnic spot where we come in summer for the shade and in autumn to enjoy the colour of the leaves as they turn yellow.
This new track was such a success that Farmdoc made another one leading from our driveway up to the top water tank. We call it the pink track for the colour of the baling twine he marked it out with.