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Things I saw today:
1. Two men wheeling rubbish bin-sized cans of Monster Energy (drink) along the breakwater.
2. A recipe for Chocolate Sauerkraut Surprise Cake. Is it really a surprise if it's in the name of the cake?

A story:
When I was a little daisy, just a bud as t'were, I went to one-room primary school. Every morning, Sister Adalbert would make us take our shoes off, tie rags on our feet over our socks, and put some music on so we could dance the floor clean. This was the idea of a young and funky student teacher, who called it a disco. A disco! How sophisticated we were in our little country town. Only I doubt that any actual 1980s disco DJs put the needle of the sort of records Sister Adalbert played: the collected polkas of Jimmy Shand and his Band, football club theme songs... and the song I am about to embed below,

F-list, I have been looking for this for years. Prolonged exposure to this song is the reason I refer to my hometown as the City by the Sea (that, and the fact I suspect it might be hard for people to pronounce). And googling for it on a whim today turned up trumps. So I'm embedding it here for my own amusement, but please feel free to tie rags to your feet and dance the dust off your floor too.

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Happy Easter, f-list, if Easter is your bag. At the risk of sounding like a mad old woman, are Easter egg wrappers less decorative than they used to be? I remember getting chocolate eggs wrapped in multicoloured, patterned foil as a child. They seem to be less busy now. More gold. More rabbits, too. But I miss pretty eggs.

One year when I was very little I received a cardboard train with five eggs as the passengers. We had to go and pick up someone at the City by the Sea's tiny airport, and while we waited I played with my little cardboard train. Then the visitors arrived — probably my grandmother's sister from Tasmania — and it wasn't until we were well on the way home that I realised the cardboard train was still at the terminal. I still remember where I left it, under a bench near the car park. Whenever I go to the airport I always have a quick look, just in case it's there. It never is.

On Friday, I went for a walk down the beach path. I went early so I didn't get in the way of the multi-faith Way of the Cross procession. But there was a rival Way of the Cross with about ten people happening about two hours before the official one. I like the idea of them meeting up and having a battle with their crosses. Or this )

On Saturday, I went to a charity shop's annual second-hand book sale. And a good time was had by all. A few years ago I bought two of LM Montgomery's Emily books at a similar event, and yesterday I saw the third, in the same edition. Or was it one of the ones I already had? No, it wasn't, it was the one I'm missing. Or was it? Perhaps it was. Or was it? I dithered about it for several minutes. Then I realised it was only two dollars — one shiny gold coin — so it would be no great loss if I found I already had it. So I bought it and took it home and was it or was it not the one? )

Tomorrow is my mother's birthday so I will be making her a cake. I'm just boiling the potatoes for it now so I can mash them cold tomorrow. I was going to make a red velvet beetroot cake but she said chocolate potato cake was as experimental as she was prepared to get. (Also, I don't like beetroot all that much.)

Weekly knitting update: None. But I moved the knitting bag from the corner to next to where I sit on the sofa, so I'm easing my way back into it.

Sawdust

Apr. 9th, 2017 05:56 pm
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I read the supermarket's free magazine yesterday. It had a page of Easter treats. Easter treats, right? Easter. Treats. Keep those two concepts in mind.

One of the alleged Easter treats was not an Easter treat AT ALL )

This morning I opened my curtains and blinked, puzzled, at the world. Something was different. What was it? Something was hanging over the verandah roof. A blanket? Who would throw a blanket over my verandah roof? And then my brain finally registered what it was looking at: a sheet of tin off the roof. Part of the roof was hanging over the verandah and flapping about like a sheet on a washing line. So yes, it's been windy today. The Bureau of Meteorology was not kidding when it said to prepare for a storm surge.

Weekly knitting update: None. We had an unexpected late return of summery, non-knitting weather this week. Until today, obv.

Jig-Saw

Apr. 5th, 2017 03:31 pm
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This week's knitting update is half a week late, which is to say that I've had no time for knitting. This last week I have been writing an essay about What Is Strategic Project Management And Why It Is A Good Thing. But knitting weather is coming. I now need to put on a cardigan on to go outside in the evenings. Chilly!

Rest of the week update: Mostly essay writing, to be honest.

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Here is a list of recipe titles generated by a computer. Completely Meat Chocolate Pie. Yum.

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Around this time last year, my mother called the tree man to come and trim the trees. He's been her go-to tree man for a few years, both for this house and when she was out of town, and has been reliable. He said he'd be here in a week.

He was not.

It turned wet quite early last year, so my mother put the matter aside and said she'd forget about until spring. She called him again last September. He'd be there in a week, he said.

He was not.

That put my mother into procrastination mode, because she didn't want to call him again, but she nor did she want to go the hassle of finding a new tree man. Still, after a year, some of the trees are getting out of hand so she had to do something. She tried another tree man. He said he'd be round that afternoon to do a quote.

He was not.

That was last Thursday. She rang again on Monday, and left a message. He hasn't got back to her, so that's him crossed off the list. She's just called the next name in the phone listing and had to leave a message there too. You wouldn't think it would be so hard to get trees trimmed.

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And this is also late: March books read

* The Fox and the Star - Coralie Bickford-Smith (2015) ★ ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* Economics of the Undead: Zombies, Vampires, and the Dismal Science - Glen Whitman & James Dow (eds) (2014) ★ ★ ★
Read more... )

* The Next Pandemic: On the Frontlines against Humanity's Gravest Dangers - Ali S. Khan (2016) ★ ★ ★ ★
Read more... )
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I forgot to say that I went to the launch of the local theatre's 2017 subscriber season last week. I had tickets to the 2016 launch this time last year, but I forgot to go. I really wasn't in a good way this time last year, was I? Anyway, I remembered to go this year, and I got a free glass of orange juice. So that was worth leaving the house.

When I was little, my mother used to make chocolate spiders out of Chang's Original Fried Noodles for Christmas nibbles. I haven't seen Chang's Original Fried Noodles for years, but they always seem to me to be festive because of that. My mother went to visit a friend a couple of weeks ago, and came back with the recipe for the salad they ate at lunch. It involved Chang's Original Fried Noodles. She made this salad the next day. She loves this salad. I don't like this salad, because I find the dressing too sweet. But I am outvoted on the matter. She took this salad to her sewing day, and her other friends liked it so much they're all making it. And I went to the supermarket this morning and right next to the deli counter is a three-tier basket of Chang's Original Fried Noodles, so I am guessing that everyone in the City by the Sea has gone mad for Chang's Original Fried Noodles. They're all the rage.

Speaking of rage, I always thought it would be terrible to live near one of those neighbours that go overboard on Christmas lights. No sleep for all of December while the light show goes on. And then I saw these and... they have SOUND. What fresh hell is this? I've been reading Christmas-themed murder mysteries this month, and I think I've come up with a good motive.
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Oh, America.

Wednesday's random reviews:

09:45 – Doing homework – ★ ★ ★ ★
Non-stop action )
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I hate myself for clicking on click bait. I am impervious to What the Cast of [Insert Show] Looks Like Now Will Amaze You, but I saw one today promising to tell me The Unconventional Appliance Housewives Love. Ooh! What could it be? Click here to replicate my experience of disappointment )

Tuesday's random reviews:

10:25 – Buying fresh fish – ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
And other thrill-a-minute activities )

Tomorrow, though. Tomorrow I have actual plans, so that should throw up something more interesting.

We're supposed to be able to see an aurora tonight. Fingers crossed.
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I should have written this entry last Tuesday to use this title on Melbourne Cup day. Ah well.

Today I thought it would be fun to do some random reviews throughout the day. I found a website that generated three random times for me, and this is what I was up to at the appointed hour:

10:45 – Reading Fresh magazine after unpacking the groceries – ★ ★ ★
And it doesn't get any more exciting than that )

That was fun, wasn't it? Perhaps I could do that all week.

Knitting update: I unknitted the row I had to unknit and threaded a lifeline through it in case I had to do it again, and as that's all I did last week it doesn't seem worth photographing it. I had it resting on my knees during the unknitting and threading and I must say it's very warm. If the cardigan doesn't work out it can be an oddly shaped blanket.

Finally, by popular demand (two), I have set up a Goodreads account as todayiamadaisy (of course). Do friend me (or whatever their term for it is) if you'd like. (For new friends here, I should say I am also todayiamadaisy on Pinterest, if you'd care to follow my quest to find the world's worst shoes. Just when I think I've captured them all, another one shows up.)
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My first day of freedom. I started by cleaning out my handbag. I hate having things loose in my bag, and the last little while I haven't had time to tidy it. I mean, I have had time. I've had the same amount of time as always, when I clean out the bag daily. I just haven't been in the right frame of mind. But now I am. So that's my new project: a good clean out. Today, the bag. Tomorrow, the computer desk. One thing each day.

I have been buying packets of stuff called Power Mix to eat at work. That sounds like a dodgy steroid, but it's just trail mix. Fruit and nuts and choc bits in a single serve packet, just the ticket for an afternoon snack. I had my last packet the other day and read the ingredients and realised I have most of those things in my pantry. So I bought the rest this morning and threw a cup of each of them in a bowl: almonds, macadamias, pistachios, pepitas, sunflower seeds, dried cranberries, raisins and choc bits. One serve turns out to be quarter of a cup. So there, I've got afternoon snacks sorted out for the next year or so.

This afternoon, I went to a funeral )

Sunday's knitting photo: Still working my way through the plain rows to get to the yoke )
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I walked through Target at lunch time, and they have a shelf of Christmas baubles for sale. So festive. So early.

Here is a meme, stolen from [livejournal.com profile] theapink a while ago:

Name ten of life's simple pleasures that you like most. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

1. Watching cats wash their face and paws. The concentration they put into it! I don't wash my ears nearly that thoroughly.
2. There are very few things in life nicer than hot buttered toast and Vegemite.
3. Looking at knitting/cross-stitch patterns and thinking of all the things I could make if only I could knit or sew much faster. Much, much faster.
4. On a cool day, having a drink that is just the right warmth for it be drunk in one go and feel it warming up your insides. And vice versa with a cold drink on a hot day.
5. Filling in forms, particularly ones that require neat writing, one letter per little box.
6. Looking at diaries and calendars. I start around this time of year, getting ready for next year. Each year I have three calendars - one hanging in the kitchen, one on a little easel next to the computer and one on my pin-board at work - and a diary. This year's dilemma: should I get a work one? I won't need it to start with, but then, if I get a job later in the year, how would I cope without one, hmmm? Oh, decisions. At least I needn't worry about Advent calendars. I've already got two. (Not chocolate ones. I don't do chocolate ones.)
7. My lithops. Most of the year it looks like a rock, but every now and then it bursts open and I never know what will come out. Sometimes it will grow a single yellow flower. Sometimes it will grow two new leaves to replace the old ones. Sometimes it will divide itself and grow two new plants. Over six years, my one lithops has turned into three. It has also survived a possum trying to eat it and throwing it to the ground in disgust. A slow life, but no shortage of adventure.
8. The Bureau of Meteorology's rain radar. I have this bookmarked on my desktop, my laptop and my work desktop. I like to know what's coming.
9. Something I am trying to do this year as brain exercise is memorise more poems, and I find I enjoy reciting them as I drive. (I do a lot of driving alone.)
10. Stamping things with official stamps, particularly if the stamp also has a rolling date or a little space for me to initial it afterwards. I will miss my work collection of PAID, APPROVED, COPY and ENTERED stamps very much.

And now, what this entry is really about. By popular demand: the recipe for the chocolate and ricotta brownie I made over the weekend )
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I am not watching every episode of Masterchef Australia this year, but every episode I have watched has involved someone making miso caramel. At least two people have mentioned it tonight. It is obviously this year's dish à la mode.

I heard sirens the other evening, sounding like they were down by the river. That's never good. The morning revealed the delightful truth, that a gentleman, possibly (in fact, very probably) under the influence of alcohol and/or drugs, had stolen a car from somewhere and driven it to the City by the Sea. With the City by the Sea's finest hot on his tail, he drove to the river mouth. You can't drive any further than the river mouth, obviously, so he was cornered. No, he wasn't! He stole a boat.

I say "he stole a boat" and what do you imagine? Perhaps this bold gentleman is in a little motor boat? Is it a yacht? Perhaps that local chap who built a galleon in his garden had moored in the river? No. He stole a rowing boat. He rowed to freedom!

No, he didn't. He rowed to the middle of the river and – and here we quote the local paper – "taunted the police".

I mean, they arrested him in the end, but thank you, good sir, for being entertaining beforehand.)

(One of the contestants on Masterchef has by-passed miso caramel. She's making beetroot caramel. No, thanks, I'll pass.)

Knit Every Day in May is drawing to a close. The cardigan isn't. Progress this week )

(One of the judges on Masterchef has just said that if he had the ingredients in today's mystery box, he would make sweet corn custard and miso caramel. Are they... Is that... I thought sweet corn custard was a sauce. Like, for meat. Could you serve a bowl of it with caramel? Well, I suppose you *could*, but would you?)
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Ooh, I am full. Today I have been out to high tea with my mother, her best friend and her daughters. They went to this place for high tea last year and had a swan-shaped éclair; this year swans were not on the menu. That hardship aside, it was delightful.

It started with a Pimms cocktail on arrival (or in my case, a glass of orange juice). First course was sandwiches: roasted eggplant and feta on toast; curried egg and cucumber; creamy chicken; roast beef and mustard. Next came the savouries: mini lamb kofta sliders in brioche; arancini with mushrooms; prawns in pastry. I think this was my favourite course. Once upon a time it would have been the cakes. Sometimes I don't know myself any more.

Then came the sweets: chocolate strawberries; peppermint macarons; salted caramel and almond slice; walnut brownie; teeny-tiny lemon meringue tarts; even teeny-tinier blueberry muffins. Finally, a hot beverage (hot chocolate for me) and champagne scones* with raspberry jam and cream. The scones were warm and they were amazing.

I do not want dinner.

* It occurs to me the scone (rhymes with gone) is one of those foods that might mean different things in different countries. I mean these things:

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The free magazine from the supermarket has a special supplement this month: product placement recipes with an Easter theme, including Chocolate tarts with MaltEaster Bunnies. Or Crucified Rabbit Pie, if you prefer:

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I don't think I'll be making them (but you can, if you like). At least they'd be edible, unlike some of these.

Coming out of the supermarket, I noticed that someone had dropped a tiny gingerbread man on the pedestrian crossing. Oh, it was traumatic. I think because it had little icing eyes. I had to hurry past before I saw it get crushed.
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In the interests of being brave and trying new things this year, today I had a salted caramel Kit Kat. I did not care for it. I like salted caramel; I like Kit Kats; I do not like them together.

In the interests of having something more to say, I googled flavoured Kit Kats and discovered that the good people of Japan can enjoy Potato Kit Kats.

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I like potatoes; I like Kit Kats; it has never occurred to me to think of them together. Where would the potato even be? In the chocolate coating? Or in the filling?
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I've just seen an advertisement for a florist offering "on-demand flower delivery". As opposed to all those other florists who deliver bouquets randomly without waiting for an order.

Last year my mother's best friend and her two daughters were visiting the City by the Sea and they went to high tea at one of our fancier tea rooms. They asked my mother and me if we wanted to go, but my mother couldn't/wouldn't leave John for that long. She said I should go by myself, but I didn't. I felt a bit weird about going out and having fun while she was stuck at home so I said I'd stay with John so she could go, but she didn't want to do that either. I think we were having a martyr competition. Anyway, neither of us went, and I regretted that. I regretted it straight away, but even more so once I met them for lunch another day and they showed me photos of it. Éclairs in the shape of swans! One of the daughters is an aficionado of high teas and she compared it favourably (regarding presentation, taste and cost) to high tea at the famously fancy Windsor in Melbourne. So I was kicking myself.

My mother's friend rang a couple of weeks ago and said they were coming back for their annual visit in March and were doing high tea again and did we want to come this time? So we're going. This is what we're going to have (éclair swan not pictured, sadly - I hope that doesn't mean they don't do them any more).

How is my finger? )
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I bought a new packet of cat treats, which are, hilariously (to me anyway), called Party Mix. Party mix cat treats. It seemed appropriate to give some to Alistair this morning, and they did indeed go down a treat. So festive!

My Christmas bonbon (or cracker, if you prefer) joke:
What do you call a carton of ducks?
Answer )

My mother and I had four invitations to Christmas dinner from various relatives, but she decided she would like to have a quiet day at home, which suited me. Then we heard the weather forecast was for a hot Christmas, so we decided to have a fresh seafood platter instead of roasting anything, and what a wise choice that turned out to be. Instead of the predicted 31oC, it was 39oC by lunch time. Weren't we cool with our smoked salmon, prawns, scallops, calamari and bugs (and rainbow salad)? And so quick! One hour from preparation to washing up.

Also, my pistachio and Turkish delight pudding was a welcome icy treat:
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That's not just for us, I should say. We've guests coming for leftovers tomorrow.

Instead of individuals ones, I halved the recipe and made one big one, which I don't think I would do again. Individual ones wouldn't need to be cut. The other thing I would change is to chop the Turkish delight even smaller than it said. Frozen Turkish delight is, it turns out, extremely chewy.

On Thursday evening, I went out to dinner with friends. Walking across their lawn in my sandals, I felt an awful stinging sensation in my right little toe, and looked down to see a bull ant attached to it. So that was painful. I felt the sting for about two hours, and for the same time I had the shivers. I thought that was the end of it, but on Christmas Eve the top right quadrant of my foot turned red and swelled to twice its normal size. I've spent the last 24 hours applying ice to my elevated foot. One of the many things my mother brought with her when she moved in was a tube of corticosteroid ointment from when she had a plant-induced rash last year, so I've been using that too. The swelling has mostly gone down, but it's still pinker than normal and extremely itchy. So that's... just typical of this year, really.

There are bushfires along the tourist coast a couple of hours east of the City by the Sea, which are being evacuated. So that puts my itchy foot into perspective for Christmas problems.
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The fashion spread in today's newspaper supplement was for men's fashion, and featured not one but TWO blazer-and-formal-shorts combinations. That's following the one they suggested a month or so back. No. It's still not happening, Sunday supplement.

Back in spring I planted some seeds in my seedling tray. All sorts of things. Most sprouted, except the eggplants. Only one sad little eggplant seedling popped up. So I tended it and nurtured it and soon it was big enough to be planted out into the garden, where it grew. And grew and grew and grew. It's big. So big. I mean, you could climb this eggplant and find a giant at the top, that's how big it is. It's the biggest eggplant plant I've ever seen.

Today I was looking at it and noticed that it had buds and... they didn't look like eggplants. If anything, they looked a lot like the plants that had been in the next row of the seedling tray. That's right. My eggplant is a sunflower.

My computer's auto-correct has lately taken to auto-correcting my email address from alician to Galician (in fact, I let it do the work just then) when I have to fill in a form. It's very hard to fix, because I will reject the change, so it suggests it again, and I reject it, and then it will change it anyway, just to spite me. Which is irritating.

I have been put in charge of making the non-pudding Christmas dessert this year. Most years I make pavlova, but I thought this year I might do something different. Since outsourcing my Kris Kringle decision worked so well, let's try that again. The two options are:

1. Pistachio and Turkish delight ice cream pudding

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2. Brown sugar pavlova with strawberries (or whatever other fruit looked nice) and cream

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They're both health foods, obviously.

[Poll #2031285]

Perhaps in 2016 I could make all my major life decisions this way. Then I could write one of those "I did X for a year and this is what I learnt" books about it.
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Everything is connected.

I finally managed to finish the work I started a couple of days ago. It took several more attempts at updating Java, but Firefox eventually let me in to the ATO's Business Portal to register for the Goods and Services Tax (GST). I imagine I surprise no-one when I say that it wasn't as easy as it sounds. But now, my end of it is done.

Back in 2000 when the GST was introduced, I was an accounting minion. I spent three weeks doing nothing but apply for business numbers and GST registrations. Hundreds of paper forms I filled in, and it was so much easier than one online registration this week.

One of the businesses whose GST registration I did was a local bakery. As it happens, it's the bakery I usually frequent, and a very good bakery it is. Or was. It has been mysteriously closed these last few weeks, although the related cafe next door is still open. They didn't want to sign a new five-year lease on the bakery, according to the chatty checkout operator at the supermarket.

There is another good independent bakery on the northern edge of town, so I've been making a special trip there on Fridays to get bread. Added bonus: They also do excellent cheese and garlic pides and Portuguese tarts, so that's been my weekly lunch treat. They also have a whiteboard out the front saying NUTELLA DONUTS NOW HERE. I have my share of food weaknesses, but donuts are not one of them, so I've only ever looked at that sign and thought, fancy that, what will they think of next?

And now it turns out that Nutella donuts are a thing. So much a thing that it is affecting the national Nutella supply.

Unconnected: I think Geraldine McEwan is my favourite of the Misses Marple.
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I thought on Sunday I should try to post every day this week to get myself back in the habit. That hasn't happened. Twice in a week, though. That's an improvement. Let's see if I can do a summary of what I would have been talking about.

Work is, let's say, interesting now. We won't know the results of the tender for next year until September, so work goes on as normal. We also have to prepare for the new company just in case it does happen. This week, I have been doing my current job and also starting to do the job I may have next year. Also this week, the employment lawyers released their redundancy advice, which was fun. No, it wasn't. But that's an entry for another day.

I am playing phone tag with my hairdresser at the moment. I go to this hairdresser because her salon is a two-minute walk from my house. Also because she is nice, but mostly because she is nearby. Unfortunately, she is sick of being a hairdresser and is studying nursing. She will eventually close her salon, but in the meantime she is keeping it open at odd hours in between nursing placements, which makes it hard to get appointments. Hard to catch her to make an appointment in the first place, and then hard to get in. Last time I made an appointment, I had to wait three weeks. This time, I am starting now, hoping for an appointment in August. I suppose I could just find a different hairdresser, but, oh, that's going to be such a hassle. I'll have to psyche myself up for that. I miss Mischief, my last long-term hairdresser (he moved to Melbourne). For the first time I understood those stories about movie stars flying their favourite hairdresser on location. He was that good.

My mother has been feeling sorry for the birds in her garden now that it's winter. She's always put out bread or seeds or whatever for them, but this year she has been experimenting with making seed balls. 'I think I've cracked it,' she told me the other day, and gave me one of the balls for my garden. She has indeed cracked it. I think she's made bird crack. I've never seen so many sparrows and honey eaters trying to land on one branch. So much angry twittering and flapping and hopping up and down. If you want to try it yourself, the recipe is to melt together a couple of tablespoons of dripping and honey/golden syrup, then stir in enough bird seed to make a solid block; put in paper cups with a wick of kitchen string; set in the fridge.

I recently bought a new box of Glad Wrap (plastic wrap/cling film). There's no cutting strip on it, or so I thought. How can a person be expected to use plastic wrap with no toothed strip to cut it? Only when I was complaining about this to my mother, she looked at it and determined that there was a cutting strip; it was now in the lid so you have to rip upwards, rather than downwards. She was right, of course (and irritatingly). But it's so hard to do! And it turns out that I am not the only one with problems: Glad has had to revert to their original packaging after a consumer revolt. So that's good. Only that article is from January, so obviously they haven't rushed to change the box.

I am going to have a jacket potato for my dinner, and, excitingly, it's a black potato. Well, purple. A Purple Bliss. I imagine it's going to taste just like a regular potato, but I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about seeing black potato flesh.

Tomorrow I am going to the Melbourne Craft Fair, which is being held in the same venue as the Labor Party's national conference. That will be an interesting crowd mix in the foyer.
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Hello, f-list. I have been away, and now I'm back, having suffered a Disappointment. Oh, it was disappointing. The hotel my work uses for meetings has a seasonal breakfast menu. As I was heading down to breakfast this morning, I realised it was probably time for the winter menu, so the porridge would be back. The porridge! Their porridge last year was so good. It was officially Porridge with Warm Apricot Compote and Greek Yoghurt (and raspberries, although they weren't mentioned on the menu). I loved that porridge.

And they did have porridge; a new recipe. This year they are offering Porridge with Poached Pears, Honeyed Walnuts and Vanilla Cinnamon Sugar. Which is a lot of sugar, what with the honey and the sugar and the sugar syrup the pears were poached in. And not even any yoghurt to offset it. I could feel my teeth rotting as I ate it. Hmph. I might have to try the Lemon Ricotta Pancakes next time.

What would your name be if you were born in the US today? I would be Sophie, apparently. I'd have been Beulah in the 1930s.

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