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Ok, that was a bad pun, but crossword puzzles really do make me happy!

Over the years, we’ve bought several of books of puzzles but this series is our all-time favourite. We usually order them from Amazon…

Pete, Small Man and I have been enjoying these so much that I thought I’d be just a little bit naughty and share one of them with you for the weekend. If you’d like to have a go, I’ve scanned a single puzzle for you to print out and work on.

Here are the links in pdf format:

Crossword1

Crossword2

And I don’t know about you, but I usually need to look up at least a couple of answers in every puzzle. If you need to do the same, here’s a photo of the solutions.

Hope you have as much fun with this as we always do! Wishing you a peaceful and relaxing weekend! ♥

Ten years ago, I went through a phase of writing posts about frugal living. They’re listed here, and you might find them useful in this current climate.

The thing is, back then, I was mostly concerned about not wasting and saving money. But when I read back through the posts, I realise that they’re equally applicable for times when we have to stay at home and limit our trips to the shops.

In times of difficulty, being able to eke every last ounce of goodness from what we have at hand has a two-fold benefit: it saves us money, time and trips, but more importantly, it reassures us that we have the necessary skills and resources to survive on very little.

Last week, I uncovered an old packet of chicken mince in the freezer. It’s become surprisingly difficult to buy chicken in Sydney – Pete thinks that’s because it’s less daunting than a leg of lamb, so folks who would normally eat out have grabbed it as a safe option for home cooking. Our one kilo of free range chicken mince became 75 dumplings the first night – enough to feed four adults…

…and curry puffs two nights later…

I had a little stale bread – half a sourdough fruit loaf and some wholemeal – which I turned into two leftover bread and butter puddings. I followed our very simple recipe but omitted the ricotta as I didn’t have any at hand…

I also used treacle from the pantry and some packets of sultanas which my mother inexplicably found in her handbag one day…

The occasion called for a generous splosh of Calvados…

Et viola! One for us, and one left on the back deck for our friend and neighbour Will to pick up…

The next day, Pete and I discovered that cold leftover leftover bread and butter pudding is delicious…

A lifetime ago in a kindergarten playground not far away, a fellow school mum said to me “when times are hard, it forces you to tighten up and take back control. And I don’t mind that, because it makes me feel strong”. At the time, she was talking about her financial difficulties, but her point is still valid today.

When life is easy, we all get sloppy – food gets thrown away, we discard materials instead of reusing, and we fly by the seat of our pants instead of planning ahead. Now is the time to tighten up and take back control. May you all feel strong and powerful today! ♥

Soo…you know I collect fossils, right?

This little beauty is a particular treasure – a 180 million year old dactylioceras ammonite, possibly from either Germany or the UK. It comes with provenance too – it was a gift from Tom of the Living Fossil Gallery who originally got it from the great Warren Somerville. It’s perfectly formed and if you look very closely, you can see the leaf-like suture pattern on the top right of the spiral…

After seeing ammonite-imprinted pottery on a UK website, I asked my friend Steve Sheridan last year if I could commission him to make some ammonite tea bowls for me. He took an imprint of my fossil, then produced these absolutely stunning pieces for me…

Each has a wee ammonite – my wee ammonite – in the base. The one I’m using most often has a green celadon glaze and fits perfectly in my hands…

The blue celadon is slightly larger and a good size for herbal teas. I love how individual every single one of Steve’s bowls are…

I told Steve that I was more than happy for him to make these to sell, so if you’re interested, here’s a link to his website. This isn’t an ad though, I just think Steve and Trish are wonderful! ♥

If you’ve been reading along for a while now, you’ll be impressed to know my original Römertopf baker is still going.

It’s pretty battered these days – there’s a crack in the glaze and lots of chips around the rim, but it refuses to die. And after 11 years of faithful service, I’d feel disloyal replacing it with a newer model. It doesn’t come out of the dishwasher quite as cleanly these days, but it’s still pretty good.

A few weeks ago, I dragged it out and made a cheat’s version of my bonus wife Mary’s Kritharaki sto fourno. It’s the easiest dish ever in the Romy, and I absolutely adore the flavours, although both Pete and Small Man find it a bit rich. That’s not a problem because it means more for me! This dish freezes particularly well and makes the best comfort food lunch, so last week I made another batch, just to portion up for the freezer.

Interestingly, Mary’s version only uses salt, pepper, olive oil, stock and tinned tomatoes for seasoning – no herbs or spices or other fancy ingredients. She insists you have to use Greek rice shaped pasta, but staying at home meant not driving around delis to look for it, so I substituted giant couscous that I found in the fridge. Oh, and the olive oil is very important for flavouring – use the best you have. My bonus wife brought me back a bottle from Sparta, which complemented the flavours perfectly!

Mary makes her version in the oven, braising the lamb first before concentrating the cooking liquid and adding the pasta. I was far too lazy for that, so here’s how I made it…

Step 1: soak the Romy in a sink of cold water for 15 – 20 minutes.

Step 2: into the wet base, pour in half a packet of small pasta, then lay two fat lamb shanks on top. Season with salt and pepper and olive oil, then add a tin of chopped tomatoes, a tin of water and about 500ml of chicken stock (or veg stock). I didn’t think to measure anything, sorry, so these are just guesstimates. Just splosh in a generous amount of oil and a good pinch of both the salt and pepper.

Step 3: put the lid on and place the pot into a cold oven. Turn the heat up to 200C with fan. Go do something else for two hours.

Step 4: take the pot out carefully and place it on a folded tea towel so that it doesn’t crack from thermal shock. Remove lid and decide if it needs more time or liquid. If the meat is tender and the pot is looking a bit soupy, just cover it back up and let it rest a while to let the pasta get properly fat and squishy.

Step 5: pull the meat off the shanks with two forks, then tuck in. Freeze any leftovers in single serves because you won’t want to share!

I reckon you could just as easily make this in a casserole dish or dutch oven, but for some reason, things always taste better in our clay baker. I think it might actually love me.

Hope you’re all well and staying safe and happy! ♥

Right. So if you didn’t think I was bonkers already, I’m pretty sure you’ll be convinced now.

When my order arrived from Leonore at The Swagman’s Daughter, I asked her to include some of her vintage French postcards. They’ve been the most wonderful isolation distraction! Most of them are over 100 years old with the quirkiest images…

I’ll be posting more of these over the coming weeks, but I wanted to share this one with you today…

Lovely Anne, who is both French and an amazing sourdough baker, translated the message for me – here’s what she wrote…

“Camille, the young man writing to Mademoiselle has indeed made a few spelling and grammatical mistakes! Maybe through emotion 😂 : he is soooo delighted to have received a card from Mademoiselle and wishes so much he could see her in person for a second time so they could talk rather than write (I can see why – spelling mistakes!). I think they met at a wedding. He says that he saw the newlywed again and that he’s waiting for her to reply now! He also says that they could pretend to bump into each other next Sunday when he’s allowed to go out and see the newlywed. That’s so delightful!!! Isn’t it lovely that we’re thinking about strangers from 1912 , hoping their budding romance took off, and thinking about their lives?”

I couldn’t agree more! I hope it all worked out well for Camille and Mademoiselle. One mystery though – how did the postcard get there? There’s a stamp on the front, but no address on the back. Did you just go to the post office in France in 1912, tell them who you wanted the card to go to and a postman simply walked it to their front door? If you have any ideas on that, I’d love to hear them! ♥