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Hi there lovely! Let’s pretend that my last post was not as long ago as the 30th of September. OK?
I got a one-word excuse…
This year I decided to try my hand at a nut roast recipe. I have always been curious as to what they taste like (answer: vegetarian meatloaf) and I was intrigued about creating a sweet & savoury upside-down cake version with cranberry sauce on top. (more…)
As she walked towards me with a glass jar adorned with jasmine flowers I felt equal parts excitement and pure anxiety.
“It’s German the Herman Friendship cake. Do you know about it?”
My anxiety levels rose. And no doubt my face looked fearful.
Herman. Yes, I certainly did know him.
A sourdough cake batter that is lovingly nurtured for 9 days on your kitchen bench before being divided up and shared with friends to do the same. On the 10th day, you bake him into a delicious cake.
All of which sounds right up my alley on any usual day.
But I was on the eve of being home alone with two sick kids while hubby was overseas working for 2 weeks.
See why I was anxious?
My beautiful, thoughtful friend Zanni had chosen me to share her Herman with. Chosen me to keep him alive and well. To love him and transform him into an edible feast.
But could I do it? Did I want to?
Yes and yes (and a little bit of no), but I rose to the challenge and I did it.
I sprinkled it with a little raw cacao to add to the ‘old’ rustic nature of the cake. Are you buying it?
Although a lot of fun, I’m a little sad to report that I was not overly enthralled with the taste. It was nice, but I wanted it to be NICER for all the effort. Still, I enjoyed the process. And I ate fermented cake. Pretty darn cool.
You can get the recipe and read more about the cake’s origins here.
Bread is my new cooking obsession.
It’s not something I have chosen to become obsessed with. However, as I am realising more each day, your children lead you down learning paths to new wisdom.
Whether you want to go or not.
My daughter’s restricted eating is a challenge I relish most of the time. But on the difficult days I tear my hair out in despair and hope that another brilliant idea (like this bread) is just around the corner.
By BAD, I don’t mean bad-ass, as in, cool. I mean BAD as in CRAP.
This is obviously a tongue in cheek post. However, I have been a very bad blogger of late and I thought I might share with you some of the things you shouldn’t do.
So yes, if you want to be a GOOD blogger, do the opposite of what I say here.
These have been my crimes for the past 12 months… (more…)
My little girl is a super fussy eater. It’s both her age (3.5) and her sensory issues (autism). So instead of always forcing her to eat nutritious foods, I hide them in treats. That’s not to say I never offer healthy foods, the opposite is true.
Some days I just want an easy ride, you know what I mean?
One particular favourite of mine for hiding the good stuff is bliss balls. I’m sure the name comes from the bliss you feel watching your child eat hidden vegetables.
I’ve provided the basic recipe, but there are so many possibilities for add ins. Let me give you some ideas. (more…)