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This is a letter to my boys. I’d love to share it with you too, but it’s long and wordy, and I wouldn’t mind in the least if you gave it a miss. Thanks for stopping by today, and we’ll be back to food and garden blogging in the next post!

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One of my favourite photos, taken at Small Man’s 7th birthday party..

Dear Big Boy and Small Man

I recently read a letter in the Sydney Morning Herald that a mother had written to her daughter. It made me think of all the things I wanted to say to you, but never seem to get around to at dinner, because the conversation is so often filled with bizarre hypothetical discussions, like the one last night about shrinking humans and comparing their resultant bone and muscle density to that of other creatures.

I thought I would write you a series of letters, via the blog, so you wouldn’t lose them. Indulge me, you know what I’m like when I get an idea in my head.  You two are the left and right sides of my heart, and some times I love you so much that it actually hurts. I desperately want to share my thoughts with you while I can. Not that I’m planning on going anywhere, but if there’s one thing the last few years have taught us, it’s that life is unpredictable.

So here’s the first letter (it seemed fitting to post it on Mother’s Day). Some thoughts, in no particular order (but numbered anyway, because it helps me think clearly)…

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1. Be kind to yourselves…

I know I said no particular order, but this one is probably the most important to me anyway.  You have never, ever let us down. You are kind, loving, beautiful human beings who have unique and special talents. No-one is ever good at everything – Small Man, you in particular need to remember that.  Treat yourselves gently and don’t judge yourselves harshly – you are the least lazy teenagers I know, you never whinge, and you have always tried hard. And contrary to what my Chinese ancestors would have said, your best efforts really are good enough.

Life is about trying and failing, and trying again and failing again, and trying some more, and then succeeding. It takes time to get good at things. And finally achieving your goal is wonderful, but it’s often not nearly as much fun as the journey is.  So don’t give up on things too quickly. Having said that, Small Man, you need to listen to us when we tell you that an idea is bonkers. (I’m typing that with a smile on my face, darling.)

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2. Find good friends and nurture those relationships…

If you look at our lives, you’ll see how important our friends and community are.  There are folks who live within walking distance of our house who have known us since before Dad and I were married. A few of them knew us before we were even dating.  Choose your friends carefully – look for people who are kind and emotionally honest, and who won’t play silly power games or take advantage of you.  And be a good friend in return – be loyal, and generous, and accepting.  It takes time to figure this out and to build those relationships (and you’ll be shafted by a few so called friends along the way), but when you do, you’ll be rewarded with a community of people you can trust implicitly, who will always have your back.

When Auntie Dan and I talk on the phone, our conversations often begin with, “Now, don’t judge me for this..”, to which the reply is always a tongue-in-cheek, “I won’t judge you, but I might mock you..”

That pretty much sums up all of our close friendships. We don’t judge each other, but hey, we’re always ready to take the piss a little.

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3. Don’t let other people disempower you…

I wish I could protect you from all the people who are going to try to do this to you over the course of your lives.  All I can do is warn you to actively guard against it.  Your self-esteem and your self-belief are your power. Don’t let people take this away from you, which they will often try to do for a variety of reasons that don’t make much sense. Sometimes they don’t even realise they’re doing it, and it can be gradual, and one day you can wake up feeling insecure and uncertain about yourself, and not really know why.

Learn to see it coming, and stop it in its tracks. It isn’t always easy to do, but try not to put yourself in a position where you’re vulnerable.  Don’t be cocky or bigheaded, because pride always trips us up, and if you’re proud and boastful, there will always be someone who will try to bring you down a peg or two.

And remember, if push comes to shove, we’re always here.  Come home, and we will reassure you again that the two of you are the most wonderful and interesting people in the world.

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4. Learn to say no…

No mother in her right mind would tell her teenagers this, but since you’ve never refused any reasonable request from us, I feel it’s worth taking the risk.

Following on from the previous point, one of the best life skills you can acquire is the ability to say no to things you really don’t want to do. Occasionally that won’t be possible because of work or family commitments (you can’t say no to your mother at Christmas, remember that), but as a rule, being able to say no is incredibly empowering.

There are two reasons it’s so important – firstly, it enables you to resist peer pressure. Both of you are already very good at this, but it can be insidious, and therefore it’s always something to watch out for. Secondly, life is about choices. Try to make them consciously and in a considered manner, and be aware that in this first world life we live, you almost always have a choice.

Learn to say no in an honest, non-offensive way, and it will lead you to better relationships with other humans.  Don’t fall into the trap of trying to over-explain your decisions – “I don’t want to do that” is really a good enough reason.  People will appreciate your honesty and forthrightness – and you will be all the wiser about those who don’t.

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5. People are complicated.

Sometimes we all fall into the trap of compartmentalising people – it’s very easy to think of someone as “good” or “bad”. But if there’s one thing Dad and I have learned over our lifetimes, it’s that people are complicated, and no-one is perfect.  Once you understand that, it’s much easier to accept other human beings for the complex mixed bag of happy-sad-angry-kind-greedy emotions that we all are in varying degrees.

Try to search for the good in folks, but don’t allow yourselves be taken advantage of. Remember, complicated works both ways – nasty rude people might have a kind and generous side, but by the same token, the most congenial person might also have a bitter and angry streak. Understanding this will improve your interpersonal relationships no end, because it takes away the element of surprise when someone behaves in an unexpected way. We are all multi-faceted, multi-dimensional creatures with uniquely functioning brains, and to view each other as anything else can only lead to disappointment.

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Of course there’s more. But as you know, I like to work in fives, so I’ll leave it here for now.  Also, your grandparents are due for dinner any minute, so I’d better get back into the kitchen!

My deepest love to you both,

Mum x

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Little Moments of Joy

♥ Making kale chips with my lovely neighbour Liz ♥

We sat in her airy, light-filled kitchen, stripping kale and tossing it in oil and salt prior to baking. All while her incredibly gorgeous one-month old slept nearby…

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♥ Eating homemade ful medames for breakfast ♥

After soaking the fava beans overnight, they then needed nearly an hour in the pressure cooker to soften up.  Here’s the recipe I adapted my version from. And it’s aptly named, because it kept me full until lunch…

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♥ An sms conversation with our forever friend PeteA ♥

There was so much gentle affection in this exchange that I thought I’d share it with you (my replies are in blue) – it’s a reflection of decades of close friendship…

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♥ My very first pedicure, with Tiny Terri ♥

I was quite nervous, but she sat next to me and held my hand…

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Little moments of joy like these punctuate our days – they’re the commas, fullstops and exclamation marks that allow us to pause, breathe and continue on with fresh eyes and a rejuvenated spirit.

Wishing you all a very happy weekend, filled with many little moments of joy! ♥

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Making a “Bucket List” seems to be all the rage these days. For the uninitiated, the term refers to an arbitrary list of (occasionally outrageous) goals one wishes to achieve before “kicking the bucket”.

And every time I read an article on this concept, it makes me uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for having hopes and dreams, but the idea of having a set list of things to achieve prior to dying has never sat well with me. I know from experience that life can be very unpredictable, and setting a series of highly ambitious, possibly unattainable goals (fly into space? climb Mount Everest?) might end up doing one’s self-esteem more harm than good.

That’s not to say that I haven’t had some wonderful adventures in my life! They might seem simple and low key compared to those of folks who have traveled extensively, but I’m incredibly grateful for them nonetheless.

So I thought I’d make a retrospective bucket list – I’m still very much alive, and delighted to have already experienced the following…

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1. I’ve been madly in love with the same handsome man for thirty years. And he still loves me. Perhaps this is our greatest life achievement, because love isn’t the result of luck or circumstance, but of constant effort and adjustment and giving. We’ve had our share of hiccups along the way, but thankfully they’ve strengthened our relationship rather than weakened it.

After all this time, I’m so happy that my husband still looks at me like this…

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2. We’ve had two wonderful sons, both of whom are loving and interesting and kind. When I watch the gentle but non-indulgent way Big Boy treats his girlfriend, I can see how much he’s learnt from observing his father. And that makes me so happy that I could cry. Having children isn’t a part of everyone’s life plan, nor should it be, but I’m incredibly grateful to have had the opportunity to be a mother.

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3. I’ve lived in the future! I grew up a dedicated science fiction fan, and desperately wanted to still be alive at a time when doors would open automatically like they did on Star Trek, and we could talk to loved ones face to face on the phone like Jane Jetson.  Today, my phone will tell me how to drive to another city, and I can point it at the night sky and know the names of the constellations.  Maybe one day we really will be able to teleport from one place to another.

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4. I’ve eaten fresh asparagus within seconds of picking it. I have held a warm hen’s egg, seconds after it was laid. I’ve known the joy of sowing seeds, watching them grow, then harvesting and eating the produce. All experiences which might have been commonplace a century ago, but are now rare and precious in our modern city lives.

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5. I’ve tasted some of the finest wines in the world, from Chateau Margaux to Romanee Conti to vintage Krug champagne. I’ve sipped a 120 year old Madeira. I’ve drunk Grange Hermitage and Chateau Lafite with pizza (granted, it was very good pizza).

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6. We’ve collected a mantlepiece worth of fossils, each one a reminder of how short and transient our time on this earth is. Holding a 240 million year old ammonite or the tooth of a woolly mammoth is both awe-inspiring and humbling, at the same time.

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7. We have TYFs – thirty-year friends – whom we’ve been close to for our entire adult lives. Some of them live in our suburb.  These friends occupy a special place in my heart – when I’m with them, there’s no need for pretense or niceties, sometimes not even conversation. I’ve shed many tears with all of them – both in laughter and in sadness.

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8. I’ve enjoyed some of the “finer” aspects of life –  I’ve stayed in the penthouse of one five star hotel, and the presidential suite of another. I’ve eaten at more hatted restaurants than I care to count. And you know what? It’s all very nice, but it’s overrated. If I never experienced any of those things again, I honestly wouldn’t mind.

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9. I’ve spent many days sitting in a paediatric oncology clinic, surrounded by sick children and their parents. It certainly wasn’t something I did by choice, but it was humbling and inspiring and perspective-altering and heartbreaking and above all, a great honour to spend time in the presence of such great dedication and courage.

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10. I’ve known the joy and satisfaction that comes from making things with my hands. I’ve learnt to cook, taught myself to sew, designed and crafted jewellery and planted a garden. My wise friend Di once told me that her father always said a bricklayer had the most satisfying of jobs, because at the end of each day, he could look at the wall he’d built and see what he’d created with his own hands. I completely understand that.

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Tell me, what’s on your retrospective bucket list? What experiences are you grateful for having had during your lifetime, and why?

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Taking a break…

I’ll be playing Pooh sticks on our pond bridge…

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I’m taking a short blog break, folks.

It’s a hectic (but fun) time of the year and we’re busy with family and friends.  We’re not going anywhere, so I’ll still be checking comments, and updating the IMK listing, but there won’t be any new posts in the week or so.

Take care, and I’ll see you all at Easter! ♥

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As I mentioned three years ago, we didn’t start on our make it, grow it, source it path with the intention of saving money.  Our  goal then, as it is now, was simply to eat and live better.

But it is absolutely without question that we have saved an enormous amount of money in the process, with our food costs still about half of what they used to be, even allowing for the improved quality of ingredients we now buy compared to three years ago.

Sometimes it’s good to stop and take stock.  Here are some of the items that have made a significant impact on our balance sheet…

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Meat

I have two highly carnivorous sons – Small Man is now a strapping sixteen year old and Big Boy will be twenty-one this year. And whilst Big Boy has finished his growth spurts, Small Man is currently an eating machine.  One night last week, he ate two pizzas and most of a chicken for dinner.

We now buy most of our meat from Haverick Meats in Banksmeadow. I first discovered them through Lorraine’s blogpost, and subsequently wrote about them here.  They supply a large number of Sydney’s fine dining establishments, and are open to the public on Saturdays only.  We still buy value added meats (schnitzels, marinated free range chickens, sausages) from our local butcher, but for all our bulk meats, it’s impossible to beat the quality and pricing offered at Havericks.

Here’s a good example of why the system works. Haverick Meats sell pre-sliced grassfed eye fillet to the restaurant trade – the pieces are cut to 200g each. The tail of the fillets are too narrow to use for these cuts, and are therefore sold off at their Saturday store – for just $20/kg.  I’ve seen exactly the same meat retailing online for over $70/kg. A one kilo tray is ample for two dinners at our place, and we end up paying just $2.50 per person for absolutely amazing beef.

On our last visit, we also came home with a 5.8kg grassfed rump, which we cut, trimmed and minced. The resultant homemade mince filled nine 500g freezer bags, costing us just $6.45 per meal.  We started mincing our own meat as a way to ensure quality, and whilst it’s not a real saving over prepared mince, it’s certainly far better than anything we could buy for the price.

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Groceries

These days, we only go to the supermarket once every five or six weeks. And that’s to stock up on bulk staples – cereal, butter, sugar and so forth. We continue to buy UHT milk at Aldi – no-one here drinks milk by the glass, so we buy it for breakfast cereals, tea and yoghurt making.

Breaking the “twice a week visit to the supermarket” loop has saved us both time and money. More significantly, it means that we now have almost no highly processed foods in our daily diets.  It’s interesting to look back and see the insidious damage regular supermarket shopping did to our budget – we would always come back with “treats” or other impulse buys that we didn’t need, and it was nearly impossible to pop into the store without spending at least $50!

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Bread

I blag on about bread ad nauseam, but it’s really the lynchpin to our lifestyle.

We spend just $20 a month (if that) on flour and salt, which is enough to produce all of Small Man’s school lunches plus an average of twelves loaves of ciabatta a week for eating and sharing.  My original sourdough loaves cost us 65c each, but my ciabattas work out at just 37c a loaf. That’s a substantial saving compared to Italian woodfired bread at $5 a loaf – if we were to buy twelve ciabatta loaves a week, we would be saving over $2,500 a year by baking our own!  In practice though, we would stretch out four purchased loaves, so our savings are probably closer to $800 a year.

Again though, the bread making has never been about saving dollars (and these costs certainly don’t take electricity into account), but the difference to our bottom line has been both noticeable and significant.  And, like buying UHT milk, baking our own bread frees us from the supermarket.

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Specialist Suppliers

What is perhaps the most surprising outcome of our lifestyle is that because of all the other savings we make, we’re able to accommodate some very expensive foodie habits.  We indulge in Pepe Saya butter for spreading (we probably go through one wheel a month), I pay extra for both fair trade and origin chocolates, and we buy San Daniele prosciutto and Jamon at premium prices.  Even with these items included in our calculations, our food costs are still far less than they were five years ago.

It’s a lovely thing – we live very frugally compared to our peers,  but we never ever feel like we’re being deprived. And it’s nice to know there’s still room to move in our food budget – if we needed to cut our expenses even further, we could easily reduce our consumption of these “specialty” items.

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Shopping at markets and growing our own

Five years ago, we started shopping at Flemington Markets in Sydney. These are an offshoot of the commercial Growers Markets that operate very early on weekday mornings.  Every item there is a bargain – apples are just $20 for a 16kg box, large free range eggs are $7 for 30.  For a couple of years, this made a big impact on our budget.

And then we started our garden, and we no longer needed to buy eggs, or green vegetables. Now we go just once a month or so, to stock up on potatoes, onions, tomatoes and fruit.  If you don’t have a garden, markets of this ilk are a great resource – the produce will be weeks fresher than what’s available at retail outlets, and the prices are unbeatable. By contrast, organic farmer’s markets are a lovely place to wander, but most of the ones in Sydney are too rich for my pocket.

If you have space to grow your own herbs and vegetables, you’ll be amazed at how creative you’ll become at using homegrown produce. We will often go into the garden to see what we can pick, and then decide what we’re going to have for dinner.  And at the moment our yard is full of self-sown broccoli rabé, which will happily feed us a couple of meals a week over the coming months!

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Homemade foods

The list of things we make from scratch continues to grow, with each new food being painlessly integrated into our routine.  Some items have been dropped – for example, we no longer make our own passata, as we can’t seem to grow tomatoes in bulk, and we’ve now sourced a very reasonably priced bottled alternative.  Nor do we always make pasta at home, although we’re now confident of being able to do so quite easily – it just makes such a mess to clean up afterwards!

However, we make all our bread, Greek yoghurt, stock, vanilla extract, ice cream, pastry, cakes and jams.  Pete puts together his custom muesli blend once a month, and almost all our meals are homemade. It’s become a mindset – “how can we make this?” becomes the question asked, rather than “where can we buy it?”  And it’s very rewarding on all fronts – emotionally, physically and financially.

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Sorry for such a longwinded post – once I started, it was hard to stop.  But there you have it, a review of the past few years of our journey. Thanks for sharing it with us!

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