Made by Menz, they are balls of apricot covered in chocolate, truly spectacular morsels. I didn't know they were an Adelaide 'thing' until I moved here for love, not realising I was leaving them behind. I may have reconsidered had I known. They are delicious, my all-time favourite chocolate. When friends come over they bring me a bag or two and don't expect me to share (true friendship indeed). Mum sent a package for the kids two weeks ago and amongst the craft, books and $10 notes were two bags of Fruchocs.
They are in a jar on my desk, not many left now but when we get to Adelaide at the weekend I will replenish the supplies.
Labels: thrifted treasure
I am also planning dinner - tortellini with sage and pumpkin in a brown butter sauce from the first edition of the SBS Food magazine Feast. It is a great recipe - have you checked out the mag? (a hint - it will work with bought wonton wrappers if you can't be bothered making fresh pasta, I'll let you know what I decide, will depend if I get too absorbed in my sewing)
(and playing hookey is my personal favourite term for it - reminds me of my US author centric Judy Blume, Paula Danziger, Paul Zindel teenage reading).
(top pic from here)
Best quotes of the day- after opening his present, sincerely declaring: "My dream came true!" and when asked what the best thing about being 7 was: "I'm not on the bottom of the clock anymore" Huh?
And this is how you fall asleep after a day traipsing every level of the Aquarium, keeping up with your big brother and his friend...
Not any more. I have designated days for jobs. Tuesdays is bathrooms and toilets, Wednesday is mopping, Thursday is dusting and putting away any washing that hasn't been already dealt with in a timely manner (this is my Achilles heal of organisation - I hate folding hate laundry). Everyday is vacuuming and laundry - such is the fate of a woman who lives with dark carpets and kids who change clothes on the hour.
So far the new routine working. At some point in the week, everything is clean once; although never all at once. My house being clean from top to bottom on the same day is a forgotten dream. I reassure myself that in the not too distant future my house will be spotless. Of course this will be a direct result of the fact that the children will be locked in their rooms painting their fingernails black and telling strangers on facebook how much they hate me. Until that particular silver lining of a terrifying future cloud, I love that we have a happy house of a happy family. And it is rarely clean from top to bottom.
Labels: vegetable patch
It rained last night so everything is dewy and perky in the sunshine this morning - perfect conditions for botanical photography. I managed one shot of the kids' veggie patch before my battery died. So here are the carrots, beets, radishes and silverbeet. Noone eats the radishes but the kids love to grow them. We will thin them out soon and each pick two each. Then we have a competition to see who can grow the largest, knottiest, ugliest radish of them all. By January they are revoltingly huge, last year the winner was Sam with a radish almost as big as his head.
Now that Loula is finally coralled the peas are popping up unhindered. In the background is the tin foil spider on its wire web - made when the sparrows of the neighbourhood were treating the bed as a avian smorgasbord. Weirdly, it has worked and they have found somewhere else to forage.
Once the batteries are charged I will be out there snapping the purple bearded iris, aquilegia, sedum, stipa, bonariensis .... the list goes on ... rest assured, even without photographic evidence, the garden is popping right now.
Don't be fooled though - it's been a hectic morning, Sam was at the doctor at 8am after a sleepless asthma-ey night (no chest infection), I have reignited my push to get reports written as last week both the software and network failed me so the deadline passed me by. Luckily as I was not at fault, I have an extension but today really is the day.
The best plan is for Michael to tease me about it and for me to take proactive action: find an activity that is completely distracting and foolproof (reading is good, sewing is not - too much potential for mistakes and frustration); surround myself with loveliness (the garden works a treat, my refurbished front room is another panacea); eat good food (a glass of wine or two never goes astray). In the evening if the disconsolation ovewhelms, go to a 9pm movie and escape before lying awake into the early morning thinking through the first days' lessons.
Today I had the garden, sunshine, David Sedaris (a guaranteed fabulous, escapist read), the back garden and a diet coke (little early for alcohol) - quite the set up. It was just starting to work when Milly joined me and decided to practice her leaping. A little hard to fight the unrestrained happiness of a 4 year old.
Then it started to rain, we came inside and I need to start all over again...
So I am about to retire to my office and not emerge until all reports are written. I am thinking that if I had a nice little house in the grounds of my sprawling residence (akin to the photo above) I would have retreated days ago and have them done.
Until then... Carol is able to produce high quality work, however, improvement in her time management skills could see her achieve this without the stress caused by her tendency to procrastinate. I challenge her to see what dizzy heights she could reach were she to make full use of the time allocated; at the very least she would experience a greater sense of satisfaction were she able to submit tasks with time to spare.
Go see it.
Luckily I have never relied on the opinions of others to be convinced that my taste is splendid. I love them and this week we are hoping the weather warms up again so we can celebrate the arrival of daylight savings with an early evening game of boules on the back lawn using them as markers. What do you think of them?
At a family meeting to discuss the situation I channeled the Yorkshire Famer from Chicken Run and suggested we kill her off. No-one was impressed but my suggestion had the desired effect of the kids becoming highly motivated to do some work to help secure the boundaries and keep her enclosed. We had a few false starts but it seems that we have had some success. I am still expecting to wake tomorrow to see her scratching among the seedlings with her tail in the air as a kind of feathered F-You. Time will tell.