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A couple of weeks ago, I bought myself two bags of bakers flour.

I usually buy one at a time, and I’d already picked up a 12.5kg bag of Manildra flour on our last trip to Harkola.

A few days later, Big Boy took me out for a decaf piccolo at Coffee Alchemy in Marrickville. I asked him to swing past Southern Cross Supplies on the way home – after all, it’s foolish not to take advantage of a strapping 23 year old when you have access to one. The addition of the 25kg sack of Ben Furney Premium Bakers meant that I suddenly had 37.5kg of bread flour in my kitchen.

I was pretty excited – having so much flour on hand  in autumn is a huge gift (in summer, it’s a burden, as the heat leads to bug problems). Here are a few photos from this week’s bread making mania…

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An experimental filled fougasse, made with Jamon offcuts, Dorset cheddar and dried Greek figs. I used the same dough as our stuffed focaccia (tutorial here), but shaped it into four fougasse at the end rather than a slab…

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I had cocoa leftover from chocolate truffles, so I tried stenciling a couple of sourdough loaves. My design skills are limited to very simple paper cuts…

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I’d spritzed the top of the loaf with water before dusting, then made two long slashes on either side of the cocoa…

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I was pretty chuffed with how they turned out! Baking in an enclosed pot meant that the rise was controlled, so the design was preserved on the finished loaf…

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Small Man came home from uni yesterday and I said “I’ve baked some focaccia for you”. He cut himself an enormous slice and ate it plain…

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The leftovers were sliced up and frozen…

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They’re the perfect base for a quick pizza lunch that the boys make for themselves – defrosted, cut in half and topped with tomato sauce, cheese and fridge finds. Here’s a photo from last year to show you what I mean. I’d like to point out that Big Boy and Small Man don’t usually have beer at lunch…

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I made two loaves of walnut sourdough, then drove to our friend Nick’s house to leave one at his doorstep (he was pretty pleased).

I also baked these macadamia, pecan and walnut loaves. They’re seriously dense, with nearly a quarter kilo of nuts in each loaf (recipe is here). The crumb is tinged purple from the walnut skins…

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Finally, my truffle salt encrusted loaf – burnt or artisan? I kept forgetting to put the timer on, so it baked longer than usual, but the end result was particularly delicious…

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As I’m typing, there are two batches of sourdough proving in the kitchen – one will be turned into cheese and olive rolls, and the other into a white toast loaf.

Happy days! I hope you’re having as much fun in your kitchen as I’m having in mine! ♥

In my kitchen…

…are three tiny Swarovski angels, hanging from my plate rack. They twinkle cheerfully at me as I’m washing up…

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In my kitchen…

…is one of this year’s dark chocolate Easter eggs. I’m pretty happy with how they turned out…

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In my kitchen…

…is a tinned peach tea cake, baked for my mum. It’s her favourite!

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In my kitchen…

…is a bottle of 39 year old Portuguese vintage port, opened as a mid-week treat…

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In my kitchen…

…there is always a Römertopf, filled here with ingredients to make venison and barley stoup

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The end result after several hours of cooking was rich, thick and filling…

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In my kitchen…

…is a box of blooms from Fresh Flowers, a gift from my sister Cynthia. What’s fabulous about the photo below is that it was taken a week after delivery – the flowers from this company always outlast any others I receive…

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In my kitchen…

…is a gift from my friend Tezza, a book full of labels, tags, cards and other paper treats, all food themed…

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Finally, in my kitchen…

…is me! Wearing the new cotton poncho that Maude crocheted for my birthday last month…

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Tell me, what’s happening in your kitchen?

If you’d like to write an In My Kitchen post, please do so by the 10th April and send your link to Maureen at The Orgasmic Chef. Thanks for hosting Maureen! x

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Did you all have a wonderful Easter? I hope so!

After a hectic (but very enjoyable) week of baking and tempering, I put my feet up yesterday. Easter Monday is a holiday in Australia, and I spent the day watching television, messing about in the kitchen, and knitting.

After a hiatus of a couple of months, I’ve knitted another cotton dishcloth. I’ve tried several patterns now, and this one is my firm favourite – it doesn’t involve any purling and even though I’m a very slow knitter, the cloth comes together quite quickly.

I had to search out the pattern again though, so I decided I’d better write it up here for next time!

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Knitted Cotton Dishcloth (adapted from this pattern)

8 ply cotton
5.00mm needles (I use round bamboo needles I found on ebay)

  • Cast on 46 stitches and knit one foundation row (slip the first stitch – it results in a prettier edge).

Begin pattern:

Row 1: Slip 1, Knit to the end.
Row 2: Slip 1, Knit 2 stitches together 22 times, Knit 1.
Row 3: Slip 1, Knit through the front and back of the next stitch (increase by one stitch) 22 times, Knit 1.
Row 4: Slip 1, Knit to the end.

  • Repeat until the cloth is square in shape.
  • Cast off in knit, then weave in all the loose ends.

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These dishcloths wash like a dream – most of mine have now been through a hot wash cycle dozens of times. I line dry them, as I think the tumble dryer could shrink them to postage stamp size. This particular weave rinses out well, but has enough texture to withstand a bit of bench scrubbing!

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We’ve been having great fun in the kitchen this Easter!

Chocolate on a stick makes less mess…

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That’s the theory, but no-one explained it to young Evan…

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My kitchen is littered with dirty bowls and Easter moulds…

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Fancy chocolate shops have expensive polycarbonate moulds and vibrating machines. I have plastic moulds, bulldog clips, and sons who’ve become quite adept at shaking…

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This year’s rocky road is dark chocolate, ginger, cranberries, toasted macadamias and passionfruit marshmallows…

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We’ve baked two dozen sourdough hot cross buns

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…and three dozen yeasted hot cross buns

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Monkey Girl took over cross piping duties this year…

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Passionfruit marshmallows – two fresh egg whites and a tin of passionfruit pulp resulted in a mountain of these…

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Big Boy was on hand to help with the clean-up!

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Wishing you all a very happy Easter!

We don’t live extravagant lives.

We haven’t been overseas in over a decade, our “new” car is now nine years old, and even at 51, I still put money away each month to meet our quarterly rates and utilities.

But our lives are rich – filled with glorious moments in time, wonderful friends and family, and so much love and joy that sometimes it feels like my heart will burst.

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A Creative Life…

It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but for me, the process of creating something new feeds my soul. Be it a loaf of sourdough, or a crystal bracelet, or a hand-sewn garment – the act of transforming component parts into a new whole is one of the most satisfying things I can do. Last week, Mum asked me to make crystal angels for her friends at church, and it was like she’d given me a gift

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A Collector’s Life…

I’ve always been a collector.

It’s hard to predict what will grab my fancy, but when something does, it will absorb my brain and lead to hours of research and study. Over the years I’ve learnt to keep my collecting habits to a manageable level – my rocks and fossils, for example, never exceed a predetermined price ceiling. This actually makes the whole process a lot more fun – there is a challenge in finding treasures for a reasonable price!

This little uncut opal set me back just $20. I absolutely adore it – to me, it looks like a river running between a sheer cliff face and a sandy bank…

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A Companionable Life… 

We have some of the best friends in the whole world. And the most wonderful neighbours ever. If my life was a computer game, they would be my powerups! And whilst I’ve made fabulous friendships online, there is something extra special about spending time with people whom I’ve known since I was a teenager, breathing the same air together, and laughing too loudly in public places. I never, ever take it for granted, because I know what an enormous gift it is.

A rare selfie that I was happy with, taken just moments before heading out to dinner with Kevin and Carol. Wearing my new ammonite pendant! Did I look excited? Because I really was…

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A Foodie’s Life…

You know, there’s probably a dozen times a week when I wish I was thinner. But that’s hard to do, because the food we get to eat is incredibly delicious and often great fun to make. For my birthday, Mum took us out for my favourite Chinese dish – mud crab in XO sauce with vermicelli noodles…

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A few days before that, she’d arrived with raw marinara (seafood) mix, which we cooked into a risotto with chorizo, capsicum and onion…

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And I baked a giant chocolate slab cake in my new sheet pan – Small Man is in the photo for size reference. I texted the neighbours and said “In the US, sheet cakes are traditionally shared with your community, so if any of you would like a piece, please pop over with a plate!” And they did!

There was so much cake that it also fed my boys, Monkey Girl, my cousins Dilys and Brian, and Mum’s church congregation…

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A Family Life…

Pete, Big Boy, Small Man. My mum, my sister’s family, my cousins. Pete’s siblings and relatives. Our immediate family is incredibly close and our extended family is surprisingly harmonious. It’s a great blessing!

I know I sound like a broken record, but it’s hard to describe how much joy our sons give us. They’re gentle and beautiful and loving, and they continue to be a daily part of our lives, bringing constant laughter with their teasing and banter.

They’re hopeless at remembering my birthday, which I find hilarious. But as Pete pointed out, they treat me as if every day is my birthday. Big Boy took me out for a coffee yesterday and frankly, it was the best gift I could have asked for…

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A Sydneysider’s Life…

Every city has wonderful points and for Sydney, the view of the Harbour is surely one of best. Even on murky overcast days, it’s a stunning vista. I took this photo from Circular Quay train station – one of the prettiest public transport stops in the world…

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The Opera House sits in the middle of the Harbour like a white crown…

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The 20th Biennale of Sydney has started (18th March – 5th June 2016) and I popped into the MCA on the first day to view the new exhibits. It’s bonkers that all this amazing art can be viewed for free!

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The piece below is The Four Seasons by Israeli artist Noa Eshkol. I spoke to the young MCA attendant manning the exhibition, and he told me this fascinating backstory.

Noa was a former dancer who refused to call her work “art”. When a member of her troop was conscripted during WWII, she disbanded her team and began creating these sewn pieces from donated scrap fabric. Each piece was kept in the shape it came in, as Noa refused to use scissors, and was carefully positioned on a large backing sheet before being stitched in place by hand. If you’re a sewer, you might recognise the pattern pieces (l think you’d like this, Kim!)…

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Finally, a short video of this simply constructed but highly effective artwork, made from mylar (the stuff they use in emergency blankets and wine casks). The movement and sound is produced by a standing fan, which turns on and off intermittently…

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Wishing you all a rich, full, joyous week! ♥