tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62066876717686301782011-07-30T13:23:31.116-07:00Smatterings of food, film, flowers and other such fine things. Occasional irreverence and cameo appearances by a kitten.turtle in a teacupnoreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206687671768630178.post-42626079133172063272011-04-01T22:45:00.000-07:002011-04-01T22:55:10.759-07:00

It will come as no surprise that I have tired of this blog. If you miss me like I've missed you (which, by the way, is like the deserts miss the rain, I have a new venture here.xx

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Forgive me the holiday-quality of this post as I'm away unwinding, mostly wine-ing, but wanted to share this in a timely fashion.A sometimes vegetarian with a guilty conscience, eggs have always been a staple in my diet and I'm always on the lookout for somewhere to buy the good eggs - the ones that have come from a happy and healthy hen. The last time I visited Melbourne, I came across a

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I'm going to start by saying if you are a fan of the biscuits honeyjumbles and are particularly attached to them in their traditional form, then you probably shouldn't read on. This is not a honeyjumble-fanatic-friendly post.For those of you who remain, I'm going to tell you something horrific: honeyjumbles don't actually have honey in them. I discovered this when making them this afternoon

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"I'm a failed housewife" she cried."Safer than being a failed pilot" consoled he.

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Dear all,I've missed you, and (rather surprisingly) I've happily discovered that some of you have missed me too.Late last year I declared that this would be the year of living recklessly, and after having said this with such certainty to all of you I feel obliged to give an update.Since we last talked, these things have happened (roughly in this order):4 months ago...My camera broke (a

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Christmas, a killer day trip to Brunswick St, Melbourne (source of all credit card woe and consumerist happiness), via Falls Festival, Lorne, and a rather ambitious 25-presents-to-celebrate-my-boyfriend's-25th-birthday project have all conspired to render me without cash or credit for the forseeable future.Not wanting to be without entertainment I set myself a mission to ferret out free things to

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A belated Happy New Year to all.Molly & Turtle have been on a bit of a hiatus of late, mostly because one of us *pointed, indignant looks at the kitten who cannot defend the accusation* broke the camera.This post doesn't need pictures, however, as we've all already seen the heartbreak taking place in Haiti right now. Courtesy of Two Thousand this excellent fundraiser caught my eye today:What: Art

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I'd like to say, 'It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas' in an appropriately sing-songy tune (when else can one be so cheesy as at this festive time of year?), but as the shopping centres have been all over Christmas since October that would be a lie. Instead - and for your benefit I'll just write it rather than sing it - it's looking rather like Christmas in my living room.This will be my

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After careful consideration, I have decided that 2010 will be the year of living recklessly (obviously the careful consideration and reckless bits are somewhat at odds, so reckless behaviour will commence after that last careful consideration).I've taken the first step. My contract at work has just expired, and they kindly offered to make me a permanent member of staff. My stomach sank, my marrow

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Regarding your recent comment that 'nothing tastes as good as skinny feels' (Women's Wear Daily, Fri 13 Nov), whilst I appreciate that you have founded your career on being a controversial angular waif, I would like to suggest - ever so politely - that you are wrong.I think that the pro-anorexia critics have covered this sufficiently from a health perspective in the last few days, so I don't plan

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Consumerist kitten does battle with the Visa. Rather exemplifies my love-hate relationship with my credit card. Love at shopping time, and hate at bills time. Kitten moves through the motions a little faster - in all of 11 seconds, actually. I suspect she was shopping online, looking to import a mail order man(cat) - one of those sexy sleek Siamese, or perhaps one of the more rugged Russian

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For the first time in my vaguely grown up life, I am celebrating All Hallows' E'en.<!--[if !mso]> v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte

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Come springtime, fashion - and all those who worship at its altar - turn to hats. Hats are the make or break factor in any races outfit, and it seems they are also the latest in bed wear. At least, according to Miss Molly, who won't be seen lounging on my bed without this stiff cream net number.Simplicity is all the rage this year, says this fashion forecast, and Miss Molly has customised last

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Not exactly sure what the noodle dance would look like (perhaps a sperm-like wriggling, coupled with jumping?), but a number of people (myself included) did a spontaneous jig when getting close enough to the Night Noodle Markets in Hyde Park to smell the noodly-goodness.The Night Noodle Markets are an institution at the Sydney International Food Festival (previously known as Good Food Month). Of

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A solution for when cakes go a little wrong: stick in letter-shaped candles for a Hollywood sign effect and all the funny looking pieces will be forgiven.This one only went wrong because I didn't grease the moulds properly. Otherwise, this is quite a good recipe - mostly because it harnesses the awesome tastebud surprise that is chocolate and chilli at the same time. You can start this recipe the

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For the general embarrassment of the the New Zealand media and public, PM John Key recently appeared on the David Letterman show to present the top ten reasons to visit the Land of the Long White Cloud. Note: contrary to his televised offer, John Key will not collect you from the airport. Particularly if you arrive at 4.00am after your plane has been delayed due to a freak red dust storm. More

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Packing for a short holiday is difficult at the best of times. There is so much to manage and one rather small space/weight allowance to manage it in. You want to take enough in order to have choice and to avoid washing, but not so much that the suitcase busts open when you lug it off the airport conveyor belt at 3am. There are a variety of occasions to factor in - you want to be outfitted for

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You know that you need to take your annual leave (or maybe sick leave...?) when you start seeing Mighty Boosh characters in the discarded packaging on the floor of your office.So the Polaroid-developing kinda kills the clarity and vivid colour of the plastic, but I swear to you that from my desk, it looked like Vince Noir's freakish creation, Charlie Bubblegum.From this angle, you can even make

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My love affair with coffee went suddenly cold today.We have withstood many trials, coffee and I. Lectures from the moralising and recently decaffeinated, iron deficiencies, the realisation that at $4 each day for a year I was $1460 further away from my next escape. Upset stomachs and sleepless nights couldn't separate us. Wikipedia's entry on coffee that noted the discovery of rodent carcinogens

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It's wonderous what a group of over-confident drunks can achieve. Look Mum, no hands!You too can achieve this kind of science with the right amount of daiquiris. This recipe is a mish-mash of suggestions from a range of cocktail lovers and what was available in the cupboard.You will need...Fruit of your choice (mangoes or strawberries are the classics)Lemon or limeWhite rum (Bacardi or similar)

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Last weekend, when taking a wander around my neighbourhood, I came across a new take on the 'shoes on wire' phenomenon. Fruit and vegies. Strung up and slung over the wires.First, a little apology for the poor quality of these images and the rambling tangent driven blog that follows (I'm a little distracted by the promise of daiquiris). The zoom on my camera wasn't really up to the task and I

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Over the weekend, another potted herb plant passed away under my (apparently negligent) care. My green thumb only seems to operate sporadically, at best. By seem freak of chance the mint is plentiful and the rosemary is thriving, the chives continue to shoot skyward and the cat grass is well attended by the kitten (what other marker of success could there be for cat grass?). Yet the basil (who up

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As a small person, aged about 5 or so, I had a playground accident that left me with a serious aversion to eating bananas the normal way.We had one of those play frames that had a slide, a swing and some other bits and pieces contained in it. I quite liked sitting backwards at the top of the slide, with my legs resting on the rungs of the ladder, gazing at the tall sky-scraping poplar trees that

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Nothing says September 1 like the first blooms unfurling on stark branches in front of a clear blue sky.

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Six o'clock already I was just in the middle of a dream I was kissin' Valentino By a crystal blue Italian stream But I can't be late 'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid These are the days When you wish you were a kitten, hey?It's just another manic Monday.Manic, that is, for everyone but a certain Miss Molly. Whilst I grappled with the snooze function on my phone (a war I fight at least

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Swigging cider seem like a fine idea on a Friday evening when you find yourself in a warehouse that seems to have been decorated by somebody's kitsch-hoarding, but oddly stylish, grandmother. The best of Motown and the 80s (and a strange collaboration between Norah Jones, Sesame Street's Elmo and the letter Y) plays on a dozen televisions around the space, garden gnomes with bare and voluptuous

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Miss Molly the pussycat went to play In a beautiful pea-green bag..On shopping day, kitten rediscovers her favourite thing. The green bag. As the groceries are unpacked, she paws closer and closer, until the bag is empty and there is sufficient space for her to wriggle in.I like to think that kitten loves the green bag because, at heart, she is a little furry eco-warrier. More likely, I suspect,

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Having revisited Edward Lear's poem, 'The Owl and the Pussycat', I was inspired to buy a bag full of quinces on a recent shopping trip. Dining on quince seemed like quite a sweet thing to do..."They dined on mince, and slices of quince,Which they ate with a runcible spoonAnd hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon,The moon,The moon,They danced by the light of

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Things that my vegetables did last Saturday night...1. First, they started on the boutique beer.2. A little tipsy, they started making faces at each other.The lemon took things a little too far. Turns out lemons are angry drunks.3. Then things really escalated.The zucchini and capsicum got a little close (the lemon, pointy teeth and all, was left out). They manoeuvred themselves into some complex

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Come 4.30pm on a Sunday afternoon, I usually feel the onset of Monday-itis. The sun starts to set, the temperature drops, and I realise that I haven't washed my work clothes yet. Damn.I imagine the reason that late Sunday is filled with the dread of impending Monday is that the days have struck a deal, whereby Monday takes over early from Sunday. It goes something like this, in my

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Anyone who has spent any time in a sharehouse will know about the dilemma that is cleaning.The first approach is pretending - or hoping - that the house is self-cleaning. This state of blissful ignorance usually lasts a week and ends with something that resembles Bernard Black's kitchen. 'Dirty'. Flatmates can be found eating food directly off the table with the cat litter scoop to avoid

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Whilst at uni, I lived with a rather sweet guy who, despite being outrageously sociable, declined to share his treasured Saturday morning breakfast ritual with anyone. Between 9.00am and 10.00am every Saturday, he would disappear with a book to a little cafe around the corner from our place. I'm fairly sure that the staff stopped taking his order, because he ate exactly the same thing every

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I'm not sure what it is like where you are, but the weather in Sydney today is miserable.It might even be depressing if I didn't have a riot of colour to keep me cheerful. The poppies are blooming - take a peek...

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Once upon a time there was an amazing little burger place called Burgerlicious on King St, Newtown. They made seriously tasty burgers with good quality ingredients. One dark day they sold out. The lovely waitress with the same name as me disappeared. They brought in fluorescent lighting. All of the good ingredients left in protest. I thought my short-lived fling with burgers was over, until a

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Today's blog comes from my bed, to which I have been ordered by the doctor (in the least fun way imaginable). It turns out a prognosis of suspected swine flu has its perks though, like these lovely flowers that my friends delivered before making a hasty exit for the company of someone less infectious.Jonquils, lavendar, poppies.'Where are the poppies', I hear you say? Well my friend, they are the

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'Curiouser and curiouser' said the least tech-savvy girl you never knew, when one day she found herself on the edge of the blogosphere.Moving kitten off the laptop keyboard, she peered closely at the screen and made an uncharacteristically swift decision. A couple of key strokes and touch pad clicks later, she fell down the rabbit hole and found herself amidst her first blog entry.Hopefully

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