It's been quiet here.
But we're back. I noticed on our return that the crisp all-too-bushfire ready grass made the same crunchy noise at +35 degrees as the snow in Canada did at -2 degrees*.
We'll get a few blog posts together of some of the many highlights and fun things we got to see and do on our Christmas and New Year extravaganza over the next few days and weeks, so check back and please let us know you're stopping by!
James
( * For those still stuck using Fahrenheit, that's 'really hot' and 'just below freezing' - or 308.15 and 271.15 Kelvin.)
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Fab! Fabbri
They're back (at the Mediterranean Wholesalers - see here) so we snagged some. We weren't able to go home in a Fabbri truck, seen on the Boston food website here:
But we found some fascinating Fabbri history here and here, the latter being the official website, which has a range of remarkable period advertising here.
Better than roses, pearls? But of course!
James
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Walking Wounded
The young master had to have a small growth removed from his leg recently, and was given a full anaesthetic and enough morphine on the day to make the world a much slower, fall-y down place.
Pats were particularly welcome.
He got a bandage, which was annoying of course, and worse, had to wear a plastic bag over it when going out in the rain. He quickly learned to walk three legged.
However it's off now, and on Thursday he'll be allowed to run free - at the moment walks are all on the lead, as the vet doesn't want him to chance straining the stitches etc.
The vet also politely pointed out to the proud owners that at age seven, the Young Master is definitely now middle aged...
James
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Time for Tea
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Toby's Toy
At Christmas, a very lucky dog was given a kibble ball, which after some initial confusion (trying to eat it, rather than roll it to get the kibbles out) has proven to be a solid ~ or rather kibble spewing ~ hit.
Here's Toby checking there's still kibbles in it, and it's worth persisting with. (There were, and it was.) Big thanks to Katy and Peter.
[Photo by Bev.]
Here's Toby checking there's still kibbles in it, and it's worth persisting with. (There were, and it was.) Big thanks to Katy and Peter.
[Photo by Bev.]
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Holiday Memories
It's always nice to get a CD of pics from a now-not-so-recent holiday.

This pic (by Pam) is of us enjoying the kayaks on Endeavour Inlet, New Zealand. Pretty topping.
James
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Thursday, January 26, 2012
Where a flower & flag mean something...

Most Australians would recognise this combination as being the usual result for a newly-minted Australian from the Citizenship Ceremony. It's a two-Aussie and a dog household now.
We were lucky that we had an excellent ceremony, on a special day, hosted by the Kyneton Mayor, and played in by the Kyneton Municipal Band. They were good too. Thanks all!
The mention of Canada in the news report? That's us, that is. And among other salient thoughts, the mayor was at pains to point out that taking Australian citizenship did not mean forgetting where you came from. The wide heritage, is part of what makes Australia what it is.
James
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Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Not quite Goldfields Gothic
But the family at the cottage. Toby, Bev, James.
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Saturday, January 1, 2011
Meredith of the floppy ear

Meredith is now in Canada, but he started life in Australia.
(Don't tell me Meredith is a girl's name, I'm not listening.)
One ear stubbornly flips down - it's the one with the different lining. His body is scraps and the legs and arms are bits of old clothes-making projects.
A very useful chap is Meredith.

When he's not nestling in tissue paper and leaping in a jiffy bag for the budget flight to Canada, he likes long walks, evenings by the fire and the occasional ride in a plastic truck or toy train set. (You get me, Zachary?)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Team Pasta
After an episode with some eight-year-old pasta chefs, Bev decided she needed a pasta machine for Christmas. Funded by her sister (thanks Tam!) and purchased from the Med Wholesalers (who have to sell Nonna-proven Italian cooking kit, or risk Malocchio) we have a pasta machine.
Jo dressed for as the elegant Italian Donna for the task, and rolled a successful batch as well...
I turned a mean handle next,Friday, December 24, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Osso Buco Dinner
One of the nice things about rainy spring weekends, is you lie on the sofa and read those new cookbooks your husband is always mentioning you keep buying. (To which I can now respond, "But it's my job!" and chuckle madly, clutching the latest.) No, not too many, but some good ones...
A productive visit to the farmer's market netted a glorious slab of osso buco, some small young artichokes, potatoes and a few other goodies.
And the other great thing about spring? Just at the time when you rip out all the leeks before they go to flower, there are buckets of broad beans.
Broad beans preparing - braised leeks with white wine, some boiled potatoes, tossed all together with a very fresh home-grown garlic sprig.

Osso buco on the left, slowly simmering all afternoon in white wine, then finished with a gremolata (lemon zest and parsley). Simple, slow - and fantastic!
All either from our garden or local produce from the area - Trentham spuds (ours aren't ready yet) and the meat from the local Belted Galloway herd, and by buying from the farmers, premium food at a reasonable price.
Good thing there's enough for tomorrow, too.
B
A productive visit to the farmer's market netted a glorious slab of osso buco, some small young artichokes, potatoes and a few other goodies.
And the other great thing about spring? Just at the time when you rip out all the leeks before they go to flower, there are buckets of broad beans.
Broad beans preparing - braised leeks with white wine, some boiled potatoes, tossed all together with a very fresh home-grown garlic sprig.
Osso buco on the left, slowly simmering all afternoon in white wine, then finished with a gremolata (lemon zest and parsley). Simple, slow - and fantastic!
All either from our garden or local produce from the area - Trentham spuds (ours aren't ready yet) and the meat from the local Belted Galloway herd, and by buying from the farmers, premium food at a reasonable price.
Good thing there's enough for tomorrow, too.
B
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
How to eat a cookie
It has come to our notice that some people don't know how to eat a cookie* properly.
Thanks to Australian-New Yorker Ella Morton, we are lucky enough to have the expert, the Cookie Monster to teach us the correct technique.
Cookies are very important, and correct technique and vocabulary and crumbing crucial. What would we do without the Cookie Monster's expertise? We are, of course, most appreciative, but letters from the Cookie Monster's Attorney will not be acted upon.
This one, is, of course for Zach, and his appropriate vocabulary.
James
(Occasional Cookie Monster understudy).
*'Biscuit' outside N America, of course.
Thanks to Australian-New Yorker Ella Morton, we are lucky enough to have the expert, the Cookie Monster to teach us the correct technique.
Cookies are very important, and correct technique and vocabulary and crumbing crucial. What would we do without the Cookie Monster's expertise? We are, of course, most appreciative, but letters from the Cookie Monster's Attorney will not be acted upon.
This one, is, of course for Zach, and his appropriate vocabulary.
James
(Occasional Cookie Monster understudy).
*'Biscuit' outside N America, of course.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Holgate's
This one's for Ross.
We had Jo and Paul up for part of the weekend, and finished with a post-lunch visit to Holgate's pub in Woodend. I was driving. Below, Bev collects the first round.
You can see other pubs with Holgate beers on tap are listed above the bar on the glass. There's even a space at the bottom for 'The Shears Inn, Halifax, W Yorkshire'.
Or maybe not.
The drinks. Left to right, pots of Hopinator, for Jo; the Holgate's Pilsner, for Bev (showing her North American and German preferences); a Lemon, Lime & Bitters for me (did I mention I was driving?); and a Mount Macedon Pale Ale for Paul.
Ready?
Cheers!
Ah. Your shout, I think!
James
We had Jo and Paul up for part of the weekend, and finished with a post-lunch visit to Holgate's pub in Woodend. I was driving. Below, Bev collects the first round.
You can see other pubs with Holgate beers on tap are listed above the bar on the glass. There's even a space at the bottom for 'The Shears Inn, Halifax, W Yorkshire'.Or maybe not.
The drinks. Left to right, pots of Hopinator, for Jo; the Holgate's Pilsner, for Bev (showing her North American and German preferences); a Lemon, Lime & Bitters for me (did I mention I was driving?); and a Mount Macedon Pale Ale for Paul.
Ready?
Cheers!
Ah. Your shout, I think!James
Thursday, February 18, 2010
This one's for the fathers
We've been glued to the TV on Thursday nights for a short 20 minute programme called Gourmet Farmer on SBS. This episode has got Ross and Jim written all over it, with whiskey, truffles, fly fishing, smoking fish and venison...

Matthew Evans was a food critic (and before that a chef*) but decided to give that up to go and run his own farm on Tasmania - with no experience. Thankfully the programme, rather than focusing on the inevitable mistakes, tedious hard work and problems, instead looks at the help he gets from the locals and the experiences - particularly with food - that he has, and most of those experiences and certainly the food are tempting - very tempting. Recipes here.
The show streams online after broadcast here in Australia, so I hope it's viewable overseas. This is the penultimate episode of the first series. It's a well put together and - did I mention - tempting show. We even forgive him for his previous Sydney bias.
Enjoy!
*Presumably, then, he's going to end up a poacher.

Matthew Evans was a food critic (and before that a chef*) but decided to give that up to go and run his own farm on Tasmania - with no experience. Thankfully the programme, rather than focusing on the inevitable mistakes, tedious hard work and problems, instead looks at the help he gets from the locals and the experiences - particularly with food - that he has, and most of those experiences and certainly the food are tempting - very tempting. Recipes here.
The show streams online after broadcast here in Australia, so I hope it's viewable overseas. This is the penultimate episode of the first series. It's a well put together and - did I mention - tempting show. We even forgive him for his previous Sydney bias.Enjoy!
*Presumably, then, he's going to end up a poacher.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
On an Anthology of Short Poems
There have always been, throughout my lucky
life, squadrons of quite unexpected flukes
awaiting me at every turn; this is, no doubt,
a decent working-definition of the Nature of
Existence – I am not now, nor have I ever been –
a claimant to Originality!
But since I'm old and
faltering towards… who knows what… I just feel
absurdly grateful for a book – it's one I found
upon the small, select, usually untroubled
local library shelf of verse – I open it and find
at once a poem by that twisted, hunch-backed dwarf
I thought I knew, old Alexander, Pontiff of the Lock,
extolling piss, because its fount would lead
a knowing seeker to the Heart!
This morning, home abed and comfortable in
calm, agnostic Winter dawn, I reached across
the bedside table, narrowly avoiding
spillage of the dregs of last night's
whisky, and found the Book – I smiled again at
Alexander's earthy flaunting of the blunt,
ironic purposes of smut and all its masculine
appeal; but suddenly, quite unannounced , an
unknown medieval poet, in eight small lines brings
Mary to my bed foot, claims attention, runs with
utter confidence – I almost hear his smiling voice –
a well-honed lance into the swelling
heart that every parent must acknowledge – mine's
ever full – and tells me in such simple terms
that under all the blue-robed iconography She
was a but Mother, and the Rood was nothing
to her but an invitation to her own death!
A blessed unbeliever, I am swamped by
inundating tears – a mere millennium or
two between us, God's Mother, and a
Father Finite of a Blissful Brood who'll never
read this – or if they do, they'll shake their
heads and mutter, 'I guess that's what
the silly bugger might have thought of then!'
Ross Kightly
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Australia Day 1: 1788 and all that
Today is Australia Day. It's the 222nd anniversary of the First Fleet arriving in what was to become Australia on 26 January 1788, starting the European settlement of Australia that has continued to this day. The Sydney Museum has an excellent model of the First Fleet ships on show (below) and I wonder how many of those aboard realised they were arriving in mid-summer?Understandably, there is a view that the Aboriginal peoples who were already living here may have a rather less positive perception of the arrival of these convicts, sailors and marines. Although it has no effect on the tragic history of Aboriginal rights and life since that day, it's often forgotten that Australia really is entirely a land of immigrants as all the humans arrived from overseas - the earliest remains found in Australia are Mungo Man from 40,000 years ago. Estimates often giving a remarkably recent figure (in pre-history terms) of between 40,000 to 50,000 years for the first colonisation of the continent, although some believe it to be much earlier.
Of course the First Fleet was a direct result of the arrival of Lieutenant James Cook in His Majesty's Barque Endeavour on one of the world's great voyages of exploration. (The introductory image at the top shows the replica of HMB Endeavour sailing up the Yarra in Melbourne.) Again, an aspect of Cook's exploration of the Eastern coast of Australia and the arrival of the First Fleet is that it could so easily have been a French story, as the French Navy were literally on the spot - or in the natural harbours - at both events. While there are a scattering of French names (particularly in Tasmania - itself based on a Dutch navigator's name) it's a monolingual Anglophone culture in law. Yet it could have been like Canada, with a foot in both French and British culture and language, or a member of the Francophone world like -er- Monaco.
Often overlooked near the Circular Quay in Sydney is this mosaic map (above) showing the very first developments of what was much later to become the city of Sydney, Australia's eternal second best conurbation.
Of course, the First Fleet was the beginning of a social experiment that failed at its origin - to export 'the criminal class' from Britain, and to develop colonies with these prisoners. No one has yet managed to export their 'criminal class', so that part was a failure, but we seem to have managed to build quite a habitable country on this unprepossessing foundation. The convicts would try to escape from the marines and soldiers (obviously to get to what would become Victoria and Melbourne from the rather inferior Sydney and New South Wales) as seen above at Sovereign Hill historical re-enactment. But to get away they would have to get through the Blue Mountains (below) one of Australia's natural wonders which is essentially untouched except for the viewing platforms and coach parking (not included in the picture).
And when it's been another great Australia Day here, and we are rolling home with a beaut sunset to the West, it's the start of another cold, winter's day in Britain. We've just celebrated five years and one day here, and it's bonzer, mate.
James (a Melburnian)
Friday, December 25, 2009
Ghosts of Christmases Past
Lake Okanagan, -25 degrees C (-13 F).
Maryborough, Victoria, Australia. 25 degrees C (77 F) at night.
Montecito, California.
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