Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Coriander and cashew nut pesto

Rodge, in his impatience, decided to cull my coriander plants from the backyard, to make way for his oxheart tomatoes (which he has been talking about ALL winter, and to be honest I think I'm looking forward to just as much as him). I did have plans to let them go to seed first, but oh well.

So Nora, Oscar and I made pesto, of course. It was either pesto or chimichurri, but pesto is a little less labour intensive.

My method:

Get all your ingredients lined up - cashew nuts, grated parmesan cheese, garlic cloves, olive oil and coriander. Then add a little of each. Blend (we only have a stick blender). Keep adding and blending alternately. Make sure to taste and adjust flavours as you go. Easy.

Enjoy on toast with poached egg for breakfast, scooped onto an avocado for lunch, then mixed through your pasta for dinner.

Monday, September 29, 2014


The mess. The mess. Just breathe. Focus on the fact I've cleared the table and Nora's pretty posy looks gorgeous on it.

Tell me, how on earth do you keep up with the destruction and chaos your children create? I think I need all the help I can get.

(Maybe if I wasn't photographing and blogging it ... ) 

ps it looks a little better now. A little.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Staying creative ...

for me is pretty much impossible with three young children. Well, it feels that way. Maybe I shouldn't worry so much about 'frivolous' pursuits of creativity, but I do.

I mentioned here that I'd love this blog to be more about creativity, about inspiration. I have lists of ideas and projects and wonderful things that fill my heart with joy, but for the most part, they are remaining as lists.

And then in comes my saviour - Bettina!

Betty and I met back when our bubs were just that, bubs. We were thrust into the same mothers group, a group of 10 wonderful supportive mums, which 4+ years on are still all in contact.

Betty happens to be a graphic designer running her own boutique studio and an accomplished artist. She was lucky enough to do a residency as an artist in Antarctica, which naturally, leaves me in complete awe.

She is a CHAMPION of anyone you wishes to be creative in any way.

Betty convenes the 10 in 10 quick and dirty drawings on facebook - as a way of keeping creative in small doses. Plus she organises a monthly(ish) get together of mums - so they can escape and nurture their creative sides. The group consists of artists, musicians, writers and people who just dabble, like me.

She thought of both things as a way to help herself keep up her art practice ... but she looks at everything holistically. She is helping herself - yet reaching out to others for both encouragement and to help them also. It is a wonderful cyclical support that works.

So last weekend, I left poor Rodge with the double pram and three slightly sick children and escaped for four hours. We meditate, get into the zone and then go! It was bliss.

Top photo: my set up for the morning. Bottom three: Betty and her work.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

For Dad.

I'm eyeing off the broccoli, and thinking I'll present two florets (is that the right terminology?) to my dad for father's day. I know that sounds cheap, but I think he'll appreciate the homegrown sentiment, plus he loves to eat and he loves being healthy.

What are you up to for Dad's day?

ps I know I keep spruiking the broccoli, but seriously, they feel like the most exciting happening here right now.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


Aren't they perfect? They smelt divine.

I already put a photo up of these violets on The Documented, but I really felt like sharing this shot here.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

This is my suburb: a primary school fete

Blue skies. Face painting. Fruit kebabs with marshmellows. Music. Glitter. Rainbows and flowers. Such a lovely way to say goodbye to Winter and hello to Spring.

This is my suburb series

Monday, August 25, 2014


Ten days after Oscar turned 4, Iris, our youngest, turned 1. We held a small family filled party - where, like her brother, she was showered with gifts*. We ate pulled pork followed by passionfruit covered buttercake and listened to 'let it go' one too many times on youtube.

To me, it feels as though Iris is growing up faster than her siblings and is far more independent. She walks and she talks and she climbs anything and everything. She is already fussy about her food and protective of certain toys. She adores her siblings, who in turn dote on her. She fights naps with all her might. She loves swimming, laughing, bathtime, balls, climbing stairs, standing on tabletops (little daredevil), greek yoghurt, blueberries, breastfeeding and hide and seek. Although not necessarily in that order. She is just perfect.

Happy birthday little Iris.

* (although, not from Rodge and me, we'll be more organised next year, Iris, we promise)