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Birdwatching is a new hobby for us – can’t wait for Spring!

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Many years ago, when the boys were little, they loved watching the Wind in the Willows television series. Pete and I did too – the humour was dry and subtly tongue-in-cheek, with priceless lines like…“Badger, if I stop hammering, Toad won’t have a gondola..”

In one scene, Toad’s eyes glaze over as he becomes entranced with a new obsession, and Badger deadpans to Rat and Mole, “I fear, my friends, another enthusiasm..”

That line has become a standing joke in our house – when I  get excited about something (which happens often, as you might have noticed), Pete refers to it as a new enthusiasm.

I don’t mind at all, because I believe that actively seeking enthusiasms – finding things which interest us passionately – is one of the great secrets to lifelong happiness. We encourage it as much as we can in our sons, and all four of us have our own areas of interest. Amongst other things, Pete finds enormous pleasure in the garden and his fish tank (which is currently being overhauled) and Big Boy continues to write prolifically (if you’d like to read one of his very early works, the link is here, and the password is “story”).

I bounce between experimenting in the kitchen to birdwatching to visiting museums to jewellery making to hunting down clay pots. I collect cowboy boots, obsess over Turkish plates and explore new culinary cuisines. We don’t travel much, but we do visit the world via our dining room table…

I spent an entire month perfecting our dumpling recipes. We ate so many of them!

I spent a month perfecting our dumpling recipes. We ate SO many of them!

My latest enthusiasm is American-style BBQ – ironic really, given that we don’t even own a barbecue – but I love the hype and excitement around it, so I’m madly reading books and watching BBQ Pitmasters. I’m mixing up spice rubs and trying to replicate results using my Römertopf – it’s enormous fun even though I know the finished dish can’t possibly be authentic (Pete has drawn the line at buying a $10K barbecue “pit” – we play financial controller on each others’ hobbies).

I pull the pots out of the oven and critique them in my best Myron Mixon Southern drawl – “hmmm…can’t see a smoke ring on this ‘ere piece o’ butt..”

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In our family though, the title of King of Enthusiasms belongs to Small Man, whose interests over the years have included passionate studies in card magic, voice acting, chemistry, 1950s films, grey wolves and now linguistics (to name but a few). He’s currently teaching himself foreign national anthems and belting them out at the top of his lungs in the shower (I can’t begin to tell you how much I adore that boy).

Small Man showing off his card flourishes…

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As Pete and I enter our fifties, we’ve noticed that amongst our peer group, those who have hobbies and pastimes that they pursue with great passion are undoubtedly the happiest.

Our lovely neighbour and friend Nic, who began weaving just a few years ago, has become an accomplished artist, with her woven natural fibre pieces now on display in several galleries. You can view more of her works on her Instagram feed

One of Nic's amazing creations...

One of Nic’s amazing creations… © Nicole Robins 2014

Nic’s husband PeteV, a successful lawyer, is currently completing his Masters in Astronomy. He takes the most incredible deep space photos…

M20 - The Triffid Nebula © Peter Velez 2014

M20 – The Triffid Nebula © Peter Velez 2014

Our old friend Kevin runs ultra-marathons, Maude crochets 3D sculptural pieces out of locally spun wool, and darling Dan is a skilled photographer, quilter and costume maker…

Dan’s daughter in the too-cute-for-words Alice costume that Dan sewed from scratch for her… © Dan Collins 2010

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I’ve just read the draft of this post to Pete and he offered this: it takes a certain outlook on life, a way of viewing the world with an open mind and excited eyes, to be able to seek out and explore all the wondrousness that life has to offer. Many people automatically dismiss anything they regard as trivial or wasteful or childish or unimportant. Which is a great shame, as it means they might not get to have the wonderfully bizarre dinner conversations with their children that we enjoy with ours!

What are your enthusiasms? I’d love to hear about them!

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Nutella Doughnuts

The daily ebb and flow of life often requires us to make lots of decisions.

That can be tough on us adults, but even harder on teenagers. So on Sunday morning, I told Small Man that there was only one decision he needed to make that day.

Did he want his doughnuts filled with Nutella, blood plum jam, or plain?

He decided that he’d like them plain, and then proceeded to eat six of them. The Nutella ones weren’t wasted though – Lil and Luca around the corner made short work of them…

When life gets complicated, I’d recommend making doughnuts (the recipe is here). Then, as Small Man did, you can make a carefully considered decision on how you’d like to eat them!

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My friend Dan is eight years younger than I am, lives on the other side of the world, and is the closest I’ve ever come to finding a true kindred spirit. She’s the person I ring in the middle of the night when life goes pear-shaped, as she instinctively and intuitively understands how my brain (and heart) work. I love her to bits.

We have a regular “date” – we chat on the phone or over skype once a week. During a recent conversation, the topic of what we were reading came up. Dan was appalled by my current reading list, which apart from cookbooks is liberally sprinkled with dodgy romances, old detective novels and cheap self-help books (you’d think I’d have figured out by now that the books were discounted for a reason).

“What would Oprah think if she came to visit?”, she asked (since moving to America, Dan has become a member of the Church of Oprah).

And so, she made me buy a couple of new books. One of them, Farm City by Novella Carpenter, is absolutely brilliant – the best thing I’ve read all year. It’s about a young woman who sets up a community farm on a vacant plot of land in the middle of Oakland, California, in an district known as Ghost Town. As Wiki describes it, “the area is known for its violence and blight”.

In the midst of it all, with homeless people living in cars on the street, regular gunfights and shootings, and drugs being sold out in the open, Novella and her partner Bill convert the empty lot – basically as squatters – into a thriving and productive urban farm.

Her adventures go far beyond simply growing vegetables though, and vegans and vegetarians be warned, there’s a lot of livestock being grown and eaten within these pages.  She starts with fowl – she raises, kills and roasts her own turkey for Thanksgiving – and then moves onto rabbits, and then pigs (in the middle of the city!). It’s a steep learning curve for both of them, and a glorious read for the rest of us, offering well written prose, humour and above all, blinding honesty. I was torn between wanting to read it as quickly as I could to find out what happened next, and not wanting the story to end.

If you’re interested in Novella’s ongoing tale, she has a blog here. And if you’re after a great read – particularly if you’re interested in self-sufficiency and urban farming – then both Dan and I can highly recommend this book!

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Ramblings

I know it looks like I’ve done nothing but bake bread for the past month, but that’s not the case. Here are a few snapshots from recent weeks…

From February to April, Taronga Zoo ran a fundraising campaign to support their Black Rhino breeding program. In a similar vein to the successful Gorilla campaign in Bristol (which my friends Joanna and Brian photographed and blogged about here), colourfully painted rhinos started popping up around Sydney…

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I’ve been baking faux brioche for Baby M, who packs it into her adorable little chipmunk cheeks as fast as she can. She’s the newest baby on our street, and Pete and I are completely smitten…

And speaking of Baby M, we recently spent a fabulous afternoon teaching her parents and grandparents how to make and fold dumplings. Didn’t they do a good job!

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I spotted this dried flower head on a banksia plant at PeteA’s house, and suddenly understood where the idea for May Gibbs’ banksia men had come from…

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I baked sourdough epis with points sharp enough to draw blood (or at least puncture holes in plastic storage bags)…

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We’ve recently discovered the cheap and cheerful Happy Snack in Flemington, which serves delicious Vietnamese dishes like these braised fish cutlets with cracked rice ($11)…

…noodle salad with spring rolls and pork ($9)…

…and generous bowls of beef brisket, served with a crunchy white roll to soak up the sauce (just $6!)…

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While we were in the area, we picked up a roast duck from our favourite barbecue shop

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We attended an Easter service in town. Even in the midst of a torrential downpour, the magnificence of St Andrew’s Cathedral never fails to impress…

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If you live in or near Marrickville and aren’t buying your fish from Faros Brothers, then you’re probably paying too much. I picked up a large trout for just $18…

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In a brief moment of sunshine during a week of rainy days, we rushed out and harvested three of our four giant mutant pumpkins (we’re leaving the last one for seed)…

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Surplus sourdough starter and eggs never go to waste here – the boys inhale pancakes in huge quantities. Small Man ate twelve the last time I made them (and then followed up with half a dozen hot cross buns). Here’s the recipe

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Our friends PeteV and Nic treated us to Spanish tapas for lunch…

PeteV finished the meal with a cortado coffee, which I believe is similar to a macchiato

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Experimenting further with our sweet dough recipe, this brioche based pissaladière was very popular. It was topped with caramelised onions and anchovy fillets…

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Finally, I know I’m meant to ease off on the Römertopf evangelism, but I had to show you these before and after photos. The photo on the left is how the pot went into the dishwasher after roasting chicken, potatoes and stuffing. The photo on the right is how it came out the following morning (that’s all I’m going to say)…

What have you been up to this month? Anything exciting?

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A Bowl of Soup

You know, I love to cook.

I understand completely that it’s not everyone’s thing, and that many people view it as a chore, but I find it soothing and relaxing. I think that sometimes (not always), I like to cook more than I like to eat. I often find the process of preparing food – sitting at a table folding dumplings, or piping meringues, or shaping bread – more enjoyable than consuming the finished dish.

Sometimes, life gets big, and tiring, and complicated. When that happens, I find solace in a little comfort cooking. It helps me to focus my attention on the minutiae, and  allows me to create, to feed, and to nurture. I find it incredibly satisfying on a soul-deep level.

Last week, I tried making char siu. It was very good, but the flavour wasn’t quite right (so I won’t be posting a recipe yet)…

Later that day, I needed a late lunch. I took a container of treasured Burrawong Gaian chicken stock and a handful of homemade wontons out of the freezer. The stock was defrosted in a small pan, while the wontons were boiled for ten minutes in a separate saucepan of water. Once cooked, the dumplings were added to the stock along with the sliced char siu, and lunch was ready.

As I sat down to my bowl of soup – made with stock that I’d meticulously saved months ago, dumplings which I’d folded the previous weekend, and pork that I’d made that morning – I felt instantly restored. With the exception of the chilli sauce, everything in the bowl was the product of my efforts. It was satisfying in a way that restaurant dishes never quite seem to achieve.

My bowl of homemade soup was small, soothing and comforting. It reminded me that, even though it can occasionally get big, tiring and complicated, life is always good!

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