Drink tea with Kimpy ...
Talk about the easiest task in the book. I do this on a regular basis anyway - but here it is: Morning Tea at 11 Baffin Grove with the Rothwell/Graham Alliance ...
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
SIX
Have/organise a party for a random reason ...
LONG LIVE THE SANDWICH ...
Sandwiches are my favourite food. And following a recent barbeque shortage, my friend Yasmine and I had a sandwich party.
It's so easy.
1: Get a shite-load of bread.
2: Invite a bunch of friends and tell them to bring their favourite sandwich filling.
LONG LIVE THE SANDWICH ...
Sandwiches are my favourite food. And following a recent barbeque shortage, my friend Yasmine and I had a sandwich party.
It's so easy.
1: Get a shite-load of bread.
2: Invite a bunch of friends and tell them to bring their favourite sandwich filling.
3: eat glorious sandwiches and be merry.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
FOUR AND FIVE
Make something with Rhubarb AND make a recipe you have never tried before
Killing two tasks with one hour in the kitchen - that's what I like.
Included in our organic vege box last week was a rather sad looking bunch of rhubarb, or have I been spoilt by my mothers amazing examples of the red stuff?
The recipe to attempt was Vegan Rhubarb and Apple Crumble.
"VEGAN CRUMBLE?" you scream, reminiscing about mama's buttery, sugary goodness - "IT'LL TASTE LIKE GRAVEL".
Step One: get recipe from vegan flatmates recipe book.
Step Two: chop up rhubarb and apple.
Step Three: add dates that have been soaked in boiling water - neglecting the need for extra sugar.
Step Four: make crumble top, using rice bran oil, agave syrup (sweet stuff that vegans really like), muscovado sugar and oats.
Killing two tasks with one hour in the kitchen - that's what I like.
Included in our organic vege box last week was a rather sad looking bunch of rhubarb, or have I been spoilt by my mothers amazing examples of the red stuff?
The recipe to attempt was Vegan Rhubarb and Apple Crumble.
"VEGAN CRUMBLE?" you scream, reminiscing about mama's buttery, sugary goodness - "IT'LL TASTE LIKE GRAVEL".
Step One: get recipe from vegan flatmates recipe book.
Step Two: chop up rhubarb and apple.
Step Three: add dates that have been soaked in boiling water - neglecting the need for extra sugar.Step Four: make crumble top, using rice bran oil, agave syrup (sweet stuff that vegans really like), muscovado sugar and oats.
Step Five: jam into dish, bake, then serve in Crown Lynn bowls.
Step Six: feed Vegans (they are always hungry)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
THREE
Find your rock Bramwell
This is my rock.
On it is me and two of my other rocks, Jamie and Bridie.
My rock, (the one made of stone), is on top of Iron Hill in Kahurangi National Park. It takes about two hours to get to from Lake Sylvester Hut, which is about two hours from Cobb Reservoir. There's no track, but if you can read a map you'll find it.
It's Ace.
This is my rock.On it is me and two of my other rocks, Jamie and Bridie.
My rock, (the one made of stone), is on top of Iron Hill in Kahurangi National Park. It takes about two hours to get to from Lake Sylvester Hut, which is about two hours from Cobb Reservoir. There's no track, but if you can read a map you'll find it.
It's Ace.
Monday, January 14, 2008
TWO
Take Tiny, Beth or Fynn or some other totally awesome kid on a fun day out.
Fynn calls me Aunty Fluffy, often shortened to just plain Aunty, though he's not actually my nephew.
His parents are close friends of mine, and I was living at their place all through Lisa's pregnancy.
I also had the honour of being there when he popped out all purple looking somewhat like a Russian Politician.
Since then the wee tacker has had a very special place in my heart, and always will - so we when I was visiting last week we went eeling.
Fynn is almost seven, and is 100 percent country kid - fit, healthy, energetic with not an allergy in sight.
He loves eeling, fishing, hunting and for Christmas got his first air gun. Awesome.
Fynn says that when you go eeling on Marahau's mudflats, you simply follow the stream at low tide, stick your hand down eel holes and grab the slippery suckers.
Later, he informed me that it was my job to do the hand down the eel hole bit.
We only found one, but it was so slippery that I couldn't get a decent grip on it.
We careered through the rushes chasing it, slipping and sliding in the smelly mud as tourists on the boardwalk above us stared in amazement.
Later we went to the nearby Park Cafe for snacks then biked back up the road to wash off in the community pool.
Awesome day, awesome kid.
Fynn calls me Aunty Fluffy, often shortened to just plain Aunty, though he's not actually my nephew.
His parents are close friends of mine, and I was living at their place all through Lisa's pregnancy.
I also had the honour of being there when he popped out all purple looking somewhat like a Russian Politician.
Since then the wee tacker has had a very special place in my heart, and always will - so we when I was visiting last week we went eeling.
Fynn is almost seven, and is 100 percent country kid - fit, healthy, energetic with not an allergy in sight.
He loves eeling, fishing, hunting and for Christmas got his first air gun. Awesome.
Fynn says that when you go eeling on Marahau's mudflats, you simply follow the stream at low tide, stick your hand down eel holes and grab the slippery suckers.
Later, he informed me that it was my job to do the hand down the eel hole bit.
We only found one, but it was so slippery that I couldn't get a decent grip on it.
We careered through the rushes chasing it, slipping and sliding in the smelly mud as tourists on the boardwalk above us stared in amazement.
Later we went to the nearby Park Cafe for snacks then biked back up the road to wash off in the community pool.
Awesome day, awesome kid.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
ONE
Have you been to Toranna (Toronto)? write a blog post about something that happened to you there.
I have been to Toronto. It was in 2003 when I was living in Montreal.
My flatmate Sara had jacked up an exhibition there. She had all these great paintings of jandals and wallpaper and stuff, so me, her and her man Vince loaded up the Lada and drove for 8 hours through the snow.
The light was beautiful. A huge white overcast sky reflecting the white ground, broken only by naked trees. Sara was rolling from side to side in the back seat madly taking photos with her snap-shot camera without looking through the viewfinder.
"It's so beautiful diddooooone!" she would shriek.
We were so different in our photographic style. She would snap off a roll then look through the prints musing "there's something in that" then she'd disappear into our darkroom emerging hours later with the startlingly beautiful "something".
Me? I'm old school, frame it up, take the perfect shot - no cropping thanks.
Anyway I digress; we arrived, put up the show, drank some beer then went out for dinner at a Thai place.
Vince and I ate vegetarian green curry, I can't remember what Sara had, because she was the one who didn't get poisoned.
We stayed in a youth hostel I think, the next day both Vince and I were poohing sticks, (not a game made up by a dumb bear).
And that's what happened in Toranna.
I have been to Toronto. It was in 2003 when I was living in Montreal.
My flatmate Sara had jacked up an exhibition there. She had all these great paintings of jandals and wallpaper and stuff, so me, her and her man Vince loaded up the Lada and drove for 8 hours through the snow.
The light was beautiful. A huge white overcast sky reflecting the white ground, broken only by naked trees. Sara was rolling from side to side in the back seat madly taking photos with her snap-shot camera without looking through the viewfinder.
"It's so beautiful diddooooone!" she would shriek.
We were so different in our photographic style. She would snap off a roll then look through the prints musing "there's something in that" then she'd disappear into our darkroom emerging hours later with the startlingly beautiful "something".
Me? I'm old school, frame it up, take the perfect shot - no cropping thanks.
Anyway I digress; we arrived, put up the show, drank some beer then went out for dinner at a Thai place.
Vince and I ate vegetarian green curry, I can't remember what Sara had, because she was the one who didn't get poisoned.
We stayed in a youth hostel I think, the next day both Vince and I were poohing sticks, (not a game made up by a dumb bear).
And that's what happened in Toranna.
enforced blogging
So the roth has set me up with a series of challenges/tasks/chores for the year.
They range from easy-peasy such as, have tea with Kimpy and stop to smell the roses, to the more difficult, like dropping a piece of cheese into all the letterboxes on my street and getting myself into the people pages of the paper.
The challenges all come in a beautifully hand-crafted book that the roth made for me. It's a work of art and I feel really flattered that she devoted so much time and love making something just for me.
She has also set up this blog for me to write about it all ... along with intense peer pressure to write a book about covering next year's election.
stay posted.
They range from easy-peasy such as, have tea with Kimpy and stop to smell the roses, to the more difficult, like dropping a piece of cheese into all the letterboxes on my street and getting myself into the people pages of the paper.
The challenges all come in a beautifully hand-crafted book that the roth made for me. It's a work of art and I feel really flattered that she devoted so much time and love making something just for me.
She has also set up this blog for me to write about it all ... along with intense peer pressure to write a book about covering next year's election.
stay posted.
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