It's such a delight to be back in my kitchen after being away from home for several weeks galavanting across the UK and Europe. Spring has arrived in Australia, the days are gradually getting warmer and the sunshine now streams in through every window and French door in the house. My inner child is jumping with joy. ♥
'Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.'
A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues.
Is there anything quite as soothing for the mind and soul as watching nature at its best, I wonder? As I stand at my desk compiling this post, there's a family of Superb Fairy-wrens building a nest in the tumble of Jasmine vines right outside the window. While the energetic little female, which I call the Jenny-wren, flits back and forth with wads of nesting matter in her beak, the adult male, or daddy bird, keeps a careful watch. He didn't seem to mind me taking this quick snap, though I did sense that he might have been asking me cheekily, 'May I help you?'.
It's the Monday of the June long weekend in Australia and it's bitterly cold outside. In fact, I can even see sleet from where I'm sitting in the warmth of my library. I don't think I will be going out there any time soon, for my I broke my foot badly on Thursday evening. As such, I'm currently house-bound and my only means of transport is a knee scooter.
The days are flying past so quickly of late that I can barely catch my breath. It's Friday afternoon already and, as the sun begins to set over the distant Brindabella Ranges, I thought I'd drop you a short note to wish you all a happy weekend!
'Would you like to taste a special drink with your barg kabab?' our gracious host asked, with a beautifully rich accent. 'Um, yes please, but may I ask, what is it?' I replied. 'It is called dugh [pronounced duːɣ], a salted yoghurt drink and it will be very nice with your lamb,' she explained with a smile.
Seven little nests of hay
It's October and while our northern hemisphere friends are celebrating the coming of fall, it's springtime here in Australia. At our house we're celebrating that the bees are back in the garden. Curiously, they disappeared last summer and we really felt their absence, in terms of their physical presence — flitting about on the lavender bushes in the courtyard — and also in that they weren't around to pollinate our strawberries and other plants in the kitchen garden.
Hi. I'm Liz. I'm a writer, cook and traveller based in Canberra, Australia.
I love the process of writing and the stringing together of words to form
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NB: I use Australian standard measuring cups and spoons in my recipes.