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Necessity, or in my case, the offer of lunch with a friend, is the mother of invention.

I had defrosted a kilo and a half of grassfed beef short ribs with the intention of making Chicago John’s brilliant sticky recipe. But when my friend Terri called and asked if I’d like to join her and the adorable Jackhammer for lunch, it was too tempting an offer to refuse.

John’s recipe takes quite a bit of prep time, which I suddenly didn’t have. So instead, I dragged out my ginormous Emile Henry Flame pot

I roughly chopped three Spanish onions and threw them over the base of the pan, then laid the short ribs on top. A third of a jar of Pete’s quince jelly was smeared over the meat, before adding a bottle of tomato passata, half a bottle of red wine, homemade beef stock (from the freezer), a little water, salt and plenty of freshly cracked black pepper. The lid went on, and the pot went into a preheated 160C oven for three hours.

And I went out to lunch! Terri and I shared a chicken schnitzel and gardiniera roll…

As Jack is only three, I took a couple of Big Boy’s old engines for him to play with. It’s amazing how these worn old toys can still work their magic after all these years…

When I finally pulled the short ribs out of the pot, they were fork tender and unctuously rich, with a delicious gentle sweetness from the quince jelly. They would have been perfect as they were, served simply on a bed of mashed potatoes and topped with a little sauce.

Instead, we shredded the meat and de-fatted the cooking liquid (which was then blitzed smooth with a stick blender). In a separate pan, we fried chopped onions, carrots and a pinch of celery salt, and added two tins of San Marzano tomatoes and a little sherry vinegar (to balance out the flavours).

The shredded meat was added to the pan, and cooked gently to allow it to break down even further. Finally, the pureed braising stock went in and the sauce was simmered until thick.

The end result was this luscious slow cooked beef ragu, served with our favourite Occhi di Lupo pasta…

I was really pleased with how well the “set and forget” technique worked with the short ribs – I didn’t do anything to the meat other than defrost it – and it only took a few minutes to assemble. I’m pretty sure this method will work with beef brisket as well.

Best of all, this recipe made enough ragu to feed my starving tribe twice, which means that the next time Terri invites me out to lunch, I’ll already have dinner on standby in the freezer!

Our little pond sits in the middle of seven round vegetable beds.

Creating it was an essential component of Linda’s permaculture plan. Apart from being a peaceful spot to sit and rest, it also provides a home for frogs, tadpoles, dragonflies, damselflies and all sorts of other kindred garden spirits.

At one end of the pond is a baby waterfall, which flows during the day (it’s on a timer). It keeps the water from stagnating, but doesn’t produce quite enough current for me to play Pooh sticks…

Despite being constantly washed over, one brave little plant has managed to establish a foothold…

Lichen is growing in soft colours and curvy shapes…

Green moss is cheerfully colonising the constantly wet stones…

A wide variety of water plants live in the little pond, providing sanctuary for infant  dragonflies and damselflies. Somewhat surprisingly, there are almost no mosquitoes in our garden, and we think that’s because the predators in the pond are eating the mosquito larvae before they mature…

The Dwarf Papyrus plant is thriving, with its tufted pom-pom seed heads. Our neighbour Nic dries the flower stalks and then plaits them into handles for her baskets…

Pink Rotalas are only meant to flower between Spring and Autumn, but ours are happily blooming in this mild Sydney winter…

At times of stress, the little pond provides us with a tiny oasis of peace and serenity – we come out and lie on the arched bridge and gaze at the blue sky through the branches of the jacaranda tree.

It truly is my favourite spot in the backyard!

These little chocolates are incredibly rich.

To me, they taste like a bit like a really good Snickers bar, and they’ve gone down like a house on fire with almost everyone who has tried them.

A couple of weeks ago, I had an interesting conversation on Twitter with my friends Lucas and Mei-Lu. We were discussing Reese’s Pieces, a US candy, and its sister confection, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I thought it might be fun to try making them at home.

I made a filling by beating together (with a metal spoon) half a cup each of smooth peanut butter (Krafts) and icing sugar mixture (confectioner’s sugar).  I then tempered a 50/50 batch of Callebaut 811 (54% dark) and 823 (milk), and half filled my small square moulds with the chocolate.

Spreading the chocolate onto the sides of each square well with a tiny spatula was fiddly and produced less than perfect results. The alternative though was to fill each hole to the brim and then tip out the excess – a process that would result in far more chocolate wastage than I was happy with.

The moulds were set briefly in the fridge before a teeny spoonful of the peanut butter mixture was scooped into each cavity. We discovered that banging the trays on the bench helped to level off the peanut butter…

A small dollop of tempered chocolate then went on top to seal in the filling…

I suspect that these are less sweet (and salty) than the original, as I’ve used a high cacao milk chocolate coating, and only a small quantity of filling in each piece. They’re not the neatest choccies I’ve ever made, but they’ve definitely been one of the most popular!

Addendum: Since drafting this post, I’ve had another go at these. To the second batch I added a handful of Pailleté Feuilletine to the base layer of chocolate, and reduced the amount of peanut butter. They’re even more moreish with the added wafer crunch…

Big Boy and Small Man are good friends.

That makes me incredibly happy, but I don’t think it’s something Pete and I can take credit for – they’ve gotten on well since Small Man was born. For thirteen years they shared a bedroom without a single complaint, and I can count on one hand the number of times either of them has ever raised a voice at the other.

The photo above was taken walking through a park in Melbourne – I seem to be building up a series of images of my sons walking away from me. Perhaps it’s deeply symbolic, and maybe I’ll gradually accumulate a collection where they get further and further in front of me.

All I know is that I find taking photos of the two of them striding off together quite irresistible – their family resemblance, already so strong in their build and facial features, becomes even more pronounced in their gait and posture. Their camaraderie and deep affection are always evident, but never more so than when they’re loping off purposefully together, often chatting, but sometimes just walking in step with one another.

It makes my heart soar. ♥

Our garden is quite unpredictable.

Actually, it’s probably more accurate to say that we haven’t had quite enough experience to completely understand what’s going on. Last year we had an amazing crop of peas, but very little parsley. This year the pea plants are short and stumpy, but the parsley is self-sown and growing in huge clumps…

In our first couple of years of gardening, we tried to figure it out, but it nearly drove us bonkers. So instead we’ve given up and simply adapt our eating to whatever we can grow in any given season. This winter, it’s lots of Chinese leafy greens, the ever reliable chard and leeks, and mountains of continental parsley.

My favourite lunch at the moment is a vegetarian wrap, spread with tahini and stuffed with a simple tabbouleh. I’ll occasionally add meat or fish, but it really is just as good without it.

Inspired by a recipe from Abla’s Lebanese Kitchen, our salad is very rough and basic. I make up a batch every few days and stash it in the fridge.

  • very large bunch of continental parsley
  • tomatoes
  • half a Spanish onion
  • ½ cup fine bulgur
  • salt to taste (I use about ¾ teaspoon, but I’m making quite a lot)
  • freshly ground black pepper
  • ½ teaspoon (or less) of ground pimento (allspice)
  • lemon juice
  • extra virgin olive oil

1. Place the bulgur in a heatproof bowl, and cover with ½ to ¾ cup boiling water (how much you need will vary depending on the bulgur you buy). Cover with cling film and allow to absorb while you prep the other ingredients.

2. Chop up the continental parsley as finely as you can without risking damage to your fingers (this warning is issued from experience!). I use all of the leaf and a bit of finely chopped stalk. Chop up the tomatoes (I only ever have a few from the garden), and dice the Spanish onion. Combine them all together in a large mixing bowl.  The original recipe also includes mint, but it’s not doing so well in our garden at the moment.

3. Stir in the bulgur grains with the salt, pepper and pimento. Stir in the lemon juice and olive oil to taste (Abla’s recipe specifies 150ml of each to 5 cups of chopped parsley, but I just slurp it in).

4. Split a pita bread in half, and spread one side generously with tahini. Add a generous scoop of tabbouleh, roll up and enjoy!