Food shopping with one of my offspring recently, I discovered that the said loved one would prefer not to be served meat, fish or poultry on Christmas Day. This news did not really surprise me, as I had noticed a marked change in the shopping habits over the last several months, with more and more one-kilogram bags of carrots, amongst other vegetables, being added to the trolley each week.
'That loaf looks better than okay,' noted a lovely friend and fellow baker when she saw the photo of my latest creation. I must admit, I thought it looked better than good too. To me, my bread looked like one of those artisan loaves that one buys for upwards of $10 at specialist bakeries. So, I must admit I was feeling rather chuffed, and even more so once I'd tasted it.
'I miss you every Christmas day,' said my former sister-in-law, Anita, as she hugged me goodbye after we had caught up recently. 'And I especially miss your Tiramisu,' she added, with a wink and a smile.
Among the most memorable moments of our recent overseas trip was a visit to the Vasa Museet in Stockholm. It would be my second visit to both, and I was so excited to be taking my man to see this magnificent museum, I could barely contain myself.
It's late afternoon in the summer of 1968. I am ten years old, or thereabouts. My father and I have carried his paint-splattered wooden ladder from the garage around to the back garden on the left hand side of our family home. That's where my dad's peach, apricot and nectarine trees grew.
'So these are apricots?' Peter asked, taking a bite of my latest dessert offering. 'No, it's pumpkin,' I replied. His eyes widened. 'Pumpkin? Really?!' he responded. 'You would never know pumpkin could taste this good in a dessert.'
'More?!' asked my neighbour the fireman, smiling and eyes wide at the sight of me standing on his doorstep with a large punnet of freshly-picked, home grown strawberries. 'I'm afraid so,' I replied. 'Do you think you can manage to eat them?' We won't have any problems with that,' he laughed. 'I'll get the strawberry fairy onto them.'
Recipes are meant to be shared with a generous heart, if for nothing more than to encourage and inspire others to discover the wonder of food; to taste life through food and all its magic.
It's the first week of November and the time of the year when the gears of life seem to crank into high speed as we hurtle towards the festive season. I don't know about you, but my head is almost spinning as the days and weeks go whizzing by. Not that I am complaining, mind.
'What are you baking today,' Peter asked as he walked into the kitchen, sniffing the air. I had risen with the birdies, allowing my man to sleep on so that I could bake a cake in the quiet of the morning. I think the aroma of the blueberry buckle woke him and I could tell by the smile on his face that he imagined he would be enjoying cake for breakfast.
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I use Australian standard measuring cups and spoons in my recipes. Viz: one tablespoon = 20mls; one cup = 250mls. For detailed conversions click here.