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Sunday night pastacular!

I like Sunday nights. It’s that feeling of transition, that the weekend has finished and there’s nothing more to be done, so you might as well relax. That sense of handover from weekend to weekday.  I was aware of it as a child, but never really dreaded it in that stereotypical way. Now I’m a [...]

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Want to be as awesome as me?

Well you can’t.
But you can get closer to awesomeness through making this fantastic roast vegetable soup.  It was cold, dashed cold, when I got up this morning.  1.8°C, the reliable Bureau of Meteorology website informs me. And that, my friends, is enough to encourage me to make soup.  Spicy, rich, lush, roast vegetable soup.  Now, [...]

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Pink is the new green

Man, do I love soup. Like, a ridiculous fondness for soup. I treat it as some sort of magic elixir, because it’s full of herbs and vegetables and salt (yes, salt is magical).  I’m a raving hippy trapped in a suburban location and soup sings out to the Earth-healing streak in me.
I think of soup [...]

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Yo-yoing and magic buns

Up and down I go! Still recovering from being sick, I still have moments of complete crash (like, if I try and do too much or if I go too long between meals) which leave me laying on the couch praying someone will take pity on me and force Vegemite toast down my gullet.  Then [...]

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Nourish 4 – Green

Oh soup, how I love you.
Still unwell, so I’m turning to the most nourishing thing I can think of.  If baking and the scent of spices calms me, making soup makes me feel like I’m healing myself. I think I must feel like I’m channeling my Inner Wholesome Pagan Wise Woman. Or Inner Peter Rabbit.  Wait, [...]

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Propped up through the magic of buns

I can’t be the only person who responds to stress by cooking.  But I may be the only person I know who responds to illness through the overwhelming urge to cook. Specifically, it has to be baked things: preferably spiced, scented, fruity things that evoke memories of my Mumini’s ginormous rock cakes cooking, or the [...]

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We did maths to it.

M is making croissants and I am so pleased. I have been overworking the macro setting on the camera and trying to get some closeups of the various stages, but the best part was when we did Maths to it!
Okay, so the croissant-making has a few stages — at least, M’s method does. First, the sponge. [...]

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The simmer – Part 1

I think my favourite cooking techniques are the slowest.  Today I slow-roasted some red capsicums and tomatoes:

(mmmmm, can’t you hear the sizzling?…I rubbed them with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and salt and pepper, and then left them at 150°C for about an hour). Then I chopped up some carrot, garlic, chillies, ginger and onion, and [...]

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Doin’ it slow.

A lot of good things, maybe even most good things, come about slowly. I have been thinking about this a lot after I posted on slow and steady knitting, and began applying the slow, steady idea to other things in my life.  Take Pongo, my beloved sourdough starter.  Way slower than a package of [...]

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Stress biscuits (finale)

Today saw the climax of my biscuit-baking spree, taken to its glorious peak. It was AWESOME.
Behold:

Macarons.  They’re imperfect: they’re a little on the slim side, definitely amateurish, and I kind of made up the fillings as I went along, but my God they are delicious.  The shells are perfectly light and crispy, which I attribute [...]

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