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Roast Chicken, Swiss Chard and Mushroom Baked Crepes

03:22 PM, March 21, 2014 |

chicken, chickpeas, gluten free, slow carb

There I was, prone on the floor.

Crawling over me and beyond to lick shoes, press eject on the DVD player and investigate the cord for the vacuum was a seven month old ball of chaos and chub. To him I now only seem to serve three purposes; climbing frame, trampoline and drink bottle. The days of quiet cuddles are long gone. And on the bench was a chicken, with fridge condensation pooling against the plastic casing. I was worried about the chicken. It had been out of the fridge for a spell. I was planning on slow roasting it for dinner.

And yet for some mysterious reason I was …

Courgette, Feta and Oregano Loaf

07:49 PM, March 17, 2014 |

almonds, baking

I wish I could send you all a piece of this loaf. No, scratch that. In order to have the full experience of this loaf I first need to bundle you up and drive you two and a bit hours south of Sydney.

I need you to turn up my mother’s agapantha flanked drive, hand over the wriggling mass of chub and bone that is a travel-scratchy, itching to be mobile seven month old and relax with a cup of Earl Grey out of a blue and white mug on her couch.

I need you to wander down to the back paddock and say hello to Pancake, the world’s most petulant shetland …

No Knead, Make my House Smell Amazing Bread

05:25 PM, March 12, 2014 |

baking

It’s easy to lose yourself while trying to sell a house.

It’s not just being bereft of three quarters of your earthly possessions while it’s on the market (a process I’ve learned is dubbed ‘decluttering’- which translates as a tall blonde stylist walking through your flat and pointing at every second thing and saying ‘this, this, this, this’. Everything that is pointed at has to be removed). When she pointed at the liquor cabinet I choked back a sob- and elected to squirrel away one bottle of gin. We lost half the dining chairs. When it came to the espresso machine, The Hungry One refused to budge.

It’s not about finding yourself …