It Was The Rock Cakes…
…that made my mother stand out from the crowd.
Despite the name, Rock Cakes aren’t just overcooked hockey pucks. A good, old-fashioned staple, a batch can be whipped with (seemingly) half a cup of flour and the last dregs of the butter. Isn’t it funny the way time changes your perspective on things? When I was […]
Flashback Friday ~ Maroon Was Never My Colour
Once, about a million and a half years ago, I wore a funky maroon visor and worked at McDonald’s. If you were passing through my town toward the end of 1995, hi! That was my pre-Hubs, pre-Piglets, pre-cavernous stretch marks self who served you. I probably fluffed your order. I did that alot. I’m sorry.
When plans to […]
Congrats Hubs & A Christmas Story
Firstly, we interrupt our regularly-scheduled blogging activity to bring you the following news announcement: My wildly handsome (of course) and very talented Hubs finished up his ‘big deal’ training yesterday and cruised in near the top of the class. I’m so proud of him, especially because despite the fact that I know he is awesome […]
Just an Aussie mother to three, wife to one, special needs advocate, sometimes crafter, always procrastinator and awesome baker. Well maybe not bread. Bread alludes me.
