Recipes

Chocolate - hand me the chocolate. I live in Victoria. Just when you think life has a semblance of normality, and WHAM! you get to the counter of the local Roadhouse, after hearing of the latest lockdown here in Victoria, and there sitting on the counter are ... chocolate freckles.... It was like visiting the Tinamba General Store, on a Saturday morning with my Dad when I was a kid, where if I was lucky, Mrs Gray would count out 20c worth of lollies, in a little white paper bag. And if I was really lucky, in the bag would be at least two chocolate freckles.

Lake Hill is launched, reminder about the Latrobe City Literary Festival, and a carrot cake recipe.

For those of you past having kids of school age, this won’t necessarily cause a bump on your road. Except, perhaps, if you’re a grey nomad travelling around and all of the sudden everywhere you want to go is booked out, jam packed with screaming kids or even – woe forbid – the local Dan Murphy’s or IGA has sold of out of your favourite wine (#mumsinneedofliquidtheraphy)

But now we’re back and staring down the barrel of that jolly old time called Christmas. Now, I’m not going to be one of those doomsayers and tell you there is only something like 17 or 16 days left until the big day. No, I’m not.

And we're off into cattle station country for a while.

Sunday afternoon usually sees us with visitors coming down the drive. Our property is locally classified as being ‘way out there’ which in terms of the rest of Australia really isn’t very far ‘way out there’, but in a more populated Victoria, I guess we are, in effect … well, ‘way out there’. Ahem.

Some time ago I posted a photo at my author page on Facebook of the most divine and totally out of this world, scrumptious circle of decadence called a Lemon Myrtle Coconut Syrup Cake. (Can you tell how much we loved it?)

It was my beloved husband's birthday this week. My present to him was my most favourite thing in the whole world besides him, my kids, the dog, my family & friends, the farm ... I got him boots. Motorbike boots though rather than the other kind I like (Ariats forever). He loves them, which ultimately equates to brownie points for me.

One of my children's all time favourite smoko's would have to be vanilla balls, or rum ball minus the rum.