
Big Boy left me a note.
He knew I’d be up early in the morning and didn’t want me breaking anything should a giant huntsman spider leap out at me while I was half-asleep and making a cup of tea.
And I thought to myself – this is what life is about. These little stories, the tiny blips of joy in our day to day lives, like the enormous love and thoughtfulness my son conveyed in just sixteen scribbled words.
It was therefore with great care that I made myself a coffee in my tiny Russian tea glass…

These wee glasses have proven to be a very popular festive gift. Both of Pete’s brothers loved them and took a set home each after our early Christmas brunch last weekend…

Pete and I popped into Harkola on Monday morning to pick up some more – at $3.99 for a box of six, they’re an affordable and quirky gift. The packaging is scuffed and worn, with good reason – as Ray explained, they’ve had these very boxes on the shelves for over thirty years. I told him he should unpack them and sell them individually as vintage glassware! Each is stamped with “Made in Russia” on the base, is easy to hold even when filled with hot liquid, and fits perfectly in Big Boy’s new Nespresso machine.
I love that all our friends are excited about these too, especially when we explained the history and the ridiculously cheap price. It’s never been about the cost of the gift, but always the story behind it…

We drove from Harkola in Auburn to Cremorne via Silverwater. It took a surprisingly long time in pre-Christmas traffic. At one point my darling husband turned to me and said, completely unprompted, “I’m really enjoying being in the car with you”.
And it was indeed a joy – despite the congestion and going over the Harbour Bridge three times because Google Maps gave us dodgy instructions – because every moment we get to just be together feels like a gift. Not because those opportunities are rare – quite the opposite in fact – but because those are the times when I’m whole. We often refer to our partners as “our other half” and that truly is the case for me.
We went to Cremorne to pick up a pasture-raised goose from a friend of a friend. I’ve never cooked one before, so tomorrow morning will be interesting…

On Tuesday, I finally stopped playing with crystals…

…and started baking. Having bought supplies during our Harkola visit, I set about making our last minute fruit and nut cakes. The kitchen exploded – there were open packets, lined tins and unwashed dishes piled onto every work surface…

I called out for help and Big Boy and Small Man whipped in like kitchen ninjas, unstacked and restacked the dishwasher, then vanished. By the time the cakes were done, everything was tidied away…

I spent a peaceful hour wrapping the cakes this morning, while waiting for one of my men to wake up and deal with the huntsman…

My mum had requested spritz cookies, so we baked a batch…

A big batch…

And with the leftover egg whites, I roasted up a tray of spiced nuts…

I’d had great plans to temper chocolate this afternoon, but our dear friend PeteA arrived for an unexpected visit. So we downed tools and sat and chatted for a couple of hours instead. We’ve been friends for nearly three decades, but there are still so many stories to share. I sometimes wonder if we’ll ever run out of things to talk about.
Have a very Merry Christmas, lovely folks. I hadn’t intended to write another post this year, but then all my joyous, everyday stories – Big Boy’s note, the road trip to pick up frozen geese, the kitchen ninjas – would have been lost.
May your festive season be filled with many happy stories!

























Add one kilogram of bakers (bread) flour…
…and 18g of fine sea salt. That’s it… 






Divide the dough into two… 






