Monthly Archives: February 2012

My Top 6 ‘Granny Things’ You Should Try Before You Become One

I just alienated half of my readers with this blog title. All you dudes out there are saying ‘yawn, boring’. Sorry guys…I encourage you to try as many granny things as possible too. You never know, you might love it.

My beautiful Snoopy's Nanna

  1. Get up really early on the weekend, make yourself some tea and toast and watch an english murder mystery in your pyjamas.
  2. Sew your own quilt. It doesn’t have to be fancy. But cutting up material into shapes, then sewing those shapes back together to make a different one is VERY satisfying. Addictive even.
  3. Sit out the front of your house/apartment in the afternoon, when the weather starts to turn with a rug (or your homemade quilt) on your knees and watch the world go by.
  4. Make your own jam. (I’ve covered this in Its Blackberry Hunting Season).
  5. Try to crochet something. It’s a lot easier than I was ever led to believe. And if you come across an article saying this – “Be creative, become a hooker! Beginners welcome!”, you start to believe those crazy crocheters have a wicked sense of humour.
  6. Grow something. (I really haven’t mastered this one. I even kill cacti).

If you’re lucky enough to have any of your grandparents still alive, you might want to hang out with them and pick up some other awesome tips. Unfortunately I don’t have that luxury. But I do remember my grandmothers to be hell raising women with many interests and talents. They are an inspiration to me. And I think their legacy lives on through me. This one’s for you nannas! Love love.

The adorable Nikki's Nanna

Note: When my brothers and I were little, we didn’t know how to tell our grandmothers apart. The easiest way we could come up with was to name them after their dogs.  One had a dog called Nikki and the other had a dog called Snoopy. Nikki’s Nanna and Snoopy’s Nanna. I’m sorry nannas….I realise now how silly this must have sounded.


Posted by on February 29, 2012 in Holly Hobby


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Sweet Mother of Vegemite

Three things can be said of my morning breakfast rituals.

  1. I’m mad for toast.
  2. I now eat my toast in front of the computer while I do blog type thingy’s.
  3. Most days my toast is slathered with a thick layer of Vegemite.

I’m not sure how much my international buddies know about Vegemite so here’s the 411 courtesy of Wikipedia.

Vegemite  is a dark brown Australian food paste made from yeast extract. It is a spread for sandwiches, toast, crumpets and cracker biscuits, and filling for pastries. It is similar to British, New Zealand and South African Marmite, Australian Promite and Swiss Cenovis.

What Wikipedia doesn’t tell you is that Aussie kids are pretty much fed the stuff from birth. Its put on soft white bread for babies to suck on prior to acquiring fangs. By the time you’re a 32 year old woman, you have developed a serious addiction.

There are two types of Vegemite eaters:-

  1. The slight scrape of just the tiniest amount over your toast.
  2. The heavy slather of rich dark brown salty goodness.

I am the latter. I’m also a salt weirdo. I love salt in all its saltiness. Don’t ask me to make you Vegemite toast if you don’t love it as much as I do.

This morning was very exciting for me as I got to open my 1kg pail of Vegemite. I was so excited thinking about how much I loved it that I grabbed the toaster to move it and put my fingers inside the piping hot bread receptacles. I have tiny little blisters on them now. Oh well.  And so I end my story with a haiku.

Vegemite my love

Vitamin B delicious

Give me that good stuff

I luuuurrrve you.


Posted by on February 29, 2012 in Charmed, I'm Sure


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Liberty Bell, another Liberty Bell…

“One more and I’m a millionaire. Come on, Liberty Bell, please, please, please, please, please, please!”

Oh Homer, I know your pain. My workmates and I have a lottery syndicate going at the moment and every day we say the mantra…. “we neeeeed to win lotto.” In some weird way it provides me comfort knowing that if I keep playing the odds, maybe the odds will reward me for my patience. On the other hand, I am probably just being a world class chump.

I’ve had incredibly detailed, vivid hullucinations of what I’d do with all that money if I did win. Right down to little gift bags I’d give my loved ones as they were secretly whisked to remote locations for a surprise holiday. (Don’t you want to be my friend if I win??)

Once I almost did win. I was working next door to a newsagent and had bought myself one of those overly complicated scratchie tickets. I think it was a monopoly one. So you had to to scratch the dice and then move that many spaces. Over and over I did this until it revealed that I had won….$50,000.

I can tell you that you can pretty much spend $50,000 in roughly 3.6 seconds. Well I did anyway. I was throwing a wild party, paying off my debts and buying a new wardrobe. The newsagent was just about to close so I jumped up, ran over to some co-workers waving the ticket in their faces, breathlessly mumbling about winning $50k. I had wild eyes. Wild, wild eyes.

Bursting through the newsagents doors I exclaimed “I think I’ve just won $50,000 on a scratchie!!”. The owner looked skeptical. He ran the ticket through the little machine and my heart stopped. The machine made that “no, you’re a loser” sound and my dreams were shattered.

The moral of that story is…don’t tell anyone you think you’ve won anything. The entire next day I was approached by co-workers saying “Jen, I heard you won some money yesterday!!”. I had to sheepishly admit to them I’d made a mistake. Albeit a very dramtic one.

I could give up all of my lotto winning dreams. However, my friend once said, if you stop dreaming, you die. I plan on living for a while yet… so come on Liberty Bell!!!!


Posted by on February 28, 2012 in Charmed, I'm Sure


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Pump Up the Jam (Drop)

Just a quick one today. I feel a sudden lack of postal inspiration. I’m not sure if my unfocused ramblings are really the way to go. But maybe they are….and here I am, debating it, with myself. Stop talking now Jen.

On Sunday I was scheduled to do my second round of summer photography sessions. But it was raining. I don’t like to curse the rain because Australia suffered a horrendous drought a few years back and we were begging for it. In saying that, we’ve had devastating floods the last year or so too. It seems we can never find a happy balance. Anyway…getting off track much?

The sessions were cancelled which meant a free afternoon for me! Yay! I put a stew on to cook which would bubble away for the next several hours. I made a whole bunch of cards to send to people (just because) and I decided to make jam drops using my homemade jam.

So here is the recipe which is super easy and the result is somewhere between a melting moment biscuit and a jam donut. I had to beat my husband away with a stick to save them from being eaten in one go so I guess they were ok.


  • 125g butter, softened
  • 100g (1/2 cup) caster sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla essence
  • 1 egg
  • 190g (1 1/4 cups) self-raising flour
  • Plain flour, to dust
  • Small amount of any firm set jam (if you use a runny jam it will bleed all over your biscuit. Ewww)
  1. Preheat oven to 180°C (170°C fan). Line 2 baking trays with non-stick baking paper. Use an electric beater to beat the butter, sugar and vanilla essence in a medium bowl until pale and creamy. Add the egg and beat until combined. Sift flour over the butter mixture and stir until combined.
  2. Use lightly floured hands to roll teaspoonfuls of mixture into balls. Place on the prepared trays, about 5cm apart. Use a lightly floured finger to make an indentation in the centre of each ball. Spoon 1/2 tsp of jam into the centre of each biscuit.
  3. Bake in preheated oven for 15 minutes, swapping trays halfway through cooking, or until the biscuits are cooked through and light golden. Remove biscuits from the oven. Set aside on trays for 30 minutes to cool completely.

Excuse the grainy picture but like I said, I used one hand to beat back the hoards and the other to take a quick snap with my iPhone. Life in a bakers kitchen can be brutal friends.


Posted by on February 27, 2012 in Fire Up the Rayburn


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More Lovin’ – 7×7 Link Award

Last week was a huge week for me. Out of the blue I received two blog awards from ladies that rock the blogosphere. Getting this award from Jen was like a big virtual fist bump.

7×7 Link Award


  1. Thank the person who gave it to you.
  2. Share 7 random facts about yourself.
  3. Share 7 of your worthy posts under the following headers: Most Beautiful Piece, Most Helpful, Most Popular, Most Controversial, Most Surprisingly Successful, Most Underrated, and Most Pride Worthy.
  4. Nominate seven other bloggers and notify them.


I accept this super great award from Jen who is the creator of Sips of Jen and Tonic. I feel like if we met in the real world, we’d be instant friends. She’s tres awesome and has been a huge supporter of my blog. She’s also deathly afraid of breaded meats. Why don’t you check out her shiz….you’ll love what you read.


  1. I absolutely will not accept sultanas in any meal other than breakfast cereal. I have been known to pass up perfectly delicious things because they contain sultanas. And no, I will not just pick them out. They leave a sultana residue that cannot be avoided.
  2. After a crazy night of mayhem prior to Christmas 2011, I can no longer look at or smell jagermeister and red bull. Gag.
  3. I can recite the phonetic alphabet on request. Oscar Hotel, Yankee Echo Alpha Hotel!
  4. I once high-fived Marcia Hines at a concert. (If you don’t know who Marcia is, here is some info). I’m pathetic around any type of celebrity.
  5. Once I managed to do a burn-out in an old Ford Transit ex-postie van. If anyone has tried to do a burn-out in an automatic car, they’ll know what a skill this is.
  6. I own a ukulele that I’ve never learnt to play. I plan on remedying this immediately.
  7. I am 32 years old, been told I look 25 years old and sometimes act like a 10 year old.


Hmmm, please bear in mind I haven’t been doing this very long and may not have enough posts to cover this part…but I’ll give it a red-hot go.

Most BeautifulI Say Darling, Remember When? (It brought tears to my eyes and Ambers…so yeah)

Most Helpful – Cocktail of the Week – Salty Dog! (Helping people all around the world getting their buzz on).

Most PopularCare Bear v She-Ra! (Everyone loves a female super hero!)

Most Controversial – Apparently I haven’t reached any level of controversay…but I’m working on it.

Most Surprisingly SuccessfulJust Because… (A 5 min post about two of my fav things and my stats went nuts. Oooh, I was surprised.)

Most UnderratedDon’t panic. (And I know why…poor illustrations, lame jokes.)

Most Pride WorthySay What? Did I just have a weekend? (I’m impressed that I did all those things and still had time to blog about it.)


I’ve just started this whole gig so I’m not sure I’ll have seven. Plus, I just nominated 5 for another award. So to save adding everyone I just nominated again, here are just a couple of others. (I hope I don’t get black listed for breaking the rules).

Baker Bettie – because I love food and photography and she is hella good at both

Eat, Sleep, Television – because I wish I had the commitment to actually watch and write about this much tv

Thanks again Jen….(fist bump)!


Posted by on February 25, 2012 in Charmed, I'm Sure


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Cocktail of the Week – Mojito

Ok kids…its Friday.

The sun kissed our cheeks for the first time in weeks...

And what do we do on Fridays? Well I’ve been giving you cocktail recipes to try over the weekend. However this week has been mega busy and I simply haven’t had time to try any new ones out.

This afternoon the sun was shining its glorious magic. So my girls and I decided to have cocktails on the front lawn of the very grand old Carrington Hotel. Perfect mountain afternoons are hard to come by so I couldn’t think of any other way to spend it.

So, here is a picture of me, enjoying the sunshine and my mojito.

There are a thousand recipes out there for mojitos…but basically its lime, vodka, mint and soda water. And some sugar syrup. It helps if the barman is impossibly cute and loves to ham it up while shaking your mojito furiously.


Mmmm mmmm, mojito madness.


Posted by on February 24, 2012 in In the Liquor Cabinet


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Blog Luuuurve! TMI Blog Award

I had a little brain meltdown yesterday. I was nominated for my first ever blogging award. I had to sit quietly for several moments taking it all in, wondering if this was some crazy blog prank. But here’s the thing, it wasn’t. It is all perfectly real.


The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter. 


  • Thank the person who presented you with award.
  • Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
  • Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate in 100 words or less.
  • Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
  • Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
  • Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.


So, I am humbly and graciously accepting the TMI Award from the gorgeous Lauren from Viciously Sweet. Not only was she the co-creator of the award, she made the hot award badge (I’m assuming the girl in the shower is based on her??). Thank you Lauren!


Um…this took me ages. Deciding on which awkward story to share was hard as there are so many. And how awkward do I go? I decided on a little story that may help to paint a much larger picture. This is typical me.

Several years ago I worked in a big, fancy hotel. I was the Business Centre Secretary. I sat at a little desk and customers of the hotel would come to me for their business needs. Typing, photocopying and general secretarial type activities. One day a VIP came to me for such aid. She sat in the comfy chairs in front of my desk whilst I typed her blah blah blah up. She kept a keen eye on me.

Typing is thirsty work, any typist will tell you. So mid sentence, I took a very large sip of hot tea. Have you ever taken a large sip of any drink, only to get a little bit of it go down your windpipe? Uh huh. So I couldn’t swallow it because I was choking. And I couldn’t spit it out because, well, we live in a civilised society where people just don’t go around spitting hot tea over everything. I sat there for a few seconds deciding what to do. My cheeks swollen with tea and my temperature rising. Well sorry civilisation…it was spit out my hot tea…OR die. I spat it out all over my computer monitor, in front of the VIP, with dramatic flair. I made a very dramatic noise too. That ppppffffffffftttttt noise.

How do you recover from that? It’s easy, you don’t. You just wipe everything down and keep going.


Here are my nominations. I hope it turns your day into a kick ass one like it did for me.


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Just Rambling…

Ramblings and Rumblings


Posted by on February 24, 2012 in Charmed, I'm Sure


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