Pin the tail on the donkey will never quite be the same……

Children’s parties…….what the heck has happened?

At what point did it become necessary to feel as though we need to throw extravaganza parties for our precious little beings right from age 1????

Inflatable castles, hiring a fairy or clown or even a horse. Yep, guilty!

Do we have Donna Hay to blame?

Every year she puts out her fabulous kids issue and I get all excited about these wonderful, creative food ideas and themes that I am an absolute sucker for it!! It’s all in the styling I’m sure.

Or is it just social pressure that makes us do it?

Well, all the friends in my children’s social circle have one every year, so I would hate for them to feel like the odd one out!

Why is it that every party I organize, from the time I wake, I have butterflies as there is always so much to prepare. Then, there is the general tidying up of the house, so the parents of the guests don’t think we live like animals!!!

Then there is the cake. Don’t get me started! Oh, the requests for animals, Pokemon characters and the like and pirate chests (didn’t that turn out to be a disaster!)

How about games? Right, well let’s try and get those right because we want everyone to participate and not miss out. Whose idea was it anyway, to get all politically correct with pass the parcel and put a lolly in between each layer and then it is rigged so everyone gets a turn to unwrap a layer??? We need to harden these kids up! Life wasn’t meant to be easy sunshine!

Let me tell you about a party we threw for Crumble #2 for his 7th birthday and we played Pin the Tail on the Donkey. One little critter (unbeknown to Cookie Senior and I) decided to put a little something he extracted from his nose right next to the tail. So, when it came to his turn, all he had to do was feel around for it and there you have it.  Bingo!! We have got ourselves our winner! Genius! Is it not?

At the same party, I recall hearing a child say “this party is boring!”

Tell you what, I almost turned him around to use his backside for the before mentioned game!!! Did he not realize I was up until 1 a.m icing a flipping rocket cake?

Now that we have had all our children’s birthdays until December, from now on, it will be K.I.S.S.

That’s right people!

Keep It Simple Stupid!

Because after all, our kids will remember the simplest parties when mum didn’t have a coronary stressing about propping up a treasure chest or dropping icing on the floor because she was frantic trying to be super mum.

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The day our gnome buried his head in the patch…….

On the last day of the summer holidays this year (boy, was it a lonnnnnnng holiday!) the crumbles and I went to that huge hardware, warehouse, monstrosity and got ourselves some herbs and veggies to plant in our new patch.

I have to say, it all looked so beautiful after we worked out where everyone’s little plot started and stopped and who was having what. Shall we say, there was no method involved at all.

So, here is where we are at now……

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Even our dear little garden gnome, wishes he were somewhere else.

“Call this a veggie patch??”

“Wake me up when you have it sorted!”

Okay, little garden friend, I promise this school holidays we’ll make it a patch where you will stand proud!!

You see, we had snails come and visit and our cat used it as his kitty litter box.

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I have wonderful memories of my Grandma and Grandpa’s veggie patch growing up on their quarter acre block down on the Mornington Peninsula. They had very organized boxes and veggies were plentiful. I remember playing tag with my siblings in between all those rows of wonderful vegetables, catching butterflies and eating peas straight from the pod. Man, they were delicious!

So, mark my words, this family will be eating home grown veggies in a few months with the “help” from my little crumbles and I shall replicate something I fondly remember as a child! Get the feeling that I am quite nostalgic this week?

how the click, clack brought back a childhood memory

I was walking past a house recently and had a flash back to my childhood…….

All because I heard the click, clacking of someone typing on an old school typewriter.

I have not heard that noise in such a long time.

I recall the Christmas when my sister and I both received an orange typewriter.

Childhood memory....

I thought it was the greatest gift ever, maybe that and the year I got a walkman….I did think I was pretty cool rockin’ out to my mix tape in the Eighties!

I remember feeling so grown up, sitting at my desk (which had a world map on it, seemed pretty cool at the time!)  on my IKEA chair and click, clacking away probably writing absolute nonsense and maybe the odd love letter.  I do that now, only on a lap top!

Then I realised  if I asked the Cookie Crumbles to close their eyes and I asked them what do you hear as we walked past that house, they would have absolutely no idea what was making the noise.

Oh how times have changed!

Paper Lantern Love x

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How pretty are these?

This was for Crumble # 3′s 5th Birthday from a little shop in Victoria St, Richmond. You can get them just about anywhere nowadays.

I love them, nice change from balloons, so cheery!

Tea for two??

I have never really been a collector of things.

Cookie Senior would probably disagree…. I can hear it now. “Uh, what do you call all those hundred housey magazines, cook books and tea cup sets??” Yes dear…..

Alright then, maybe I am.

I did start collecting tea cups a few years ago. It may have started when chatting to a dear friend, let’s call her Mrs. H, and I mentioned how I love tea sets but dislike tea.  You see, I am a coffee addict.  There, said it!!  Unashamedly too!!  But coffee does somehow taste better when it comes from a bone china vessel with pretty little flowers.  Has to be English China dahhhling!

After this conversation, she gifted me the most beautiful tea cup and saucer and right then started an obsession. When I drink from it, I am reminded of her, so it is very special.

I love that people comment when they have a hot bevvie at my place and mention how they like the tea cup.

There is something about owning a thing, that once belonged to someone else that for whatever reason they have discarded it. I have probably picked it up at an op-shop or antique shop. Thank you very much! It is a reminder of the place of purchase or sometimes who you were shopping with at the time. It is wonderful to own and love something that isn’t necessarily new. Old or thrifted things can be equally enjoyed as much as something that is brand spanking new.

I think the whole process of drinking tea is quite something. It is a ritual. Brewing of the tea, in your lovely little tea-pot, which may don a crocheted tea cosy that you picked up at the local school fete or a craft market many moons ago. Then the dispensing of the tea into your delightful little cup with its sweet little saucer and perhaps resting on the side is a souvenir teaspoon from dear ol’ Christchurch…..

Somehow, the same ritual with my stainless steel coffee plunger isn’t quite the same.

I love that I have a mish mash of tea cups.

Even the kitty gets to eat his dinner on a pretty little saucer and drinks from his own tea cup! Ridiculous I know, but I bet tuna and dry biccies never tasted so good!

And my car keys have a wee tea cup too…

I have tried to like tea, but it just doesn’t cut the mustard for me I’m afraid. I can do your herbal variety quite easily and sometimes I wish my taste buds did enjoy it.

There is nothing like the smell of opening a bag of coffee beans and saturating your nose hairs with that amazing aroma…..heaven!! All this talk about coffee is sending me straight to the machine…..now that I think about it, I have a chair obsession too.

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Hello my pretties!

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I know, don't tell me, the silver needs polishing!

little ray of sunshine……of an architectural kind

I went for a walk this morning after dropping the crumbles off at school.

It is a beautiful day here in Melbourne, 28 is the forecast so enjoy it people as it will turn to crap tomorrow!

I have to admit, I find it a struggle to make time for exercise.

I always find something that needs doing, whether it be washing (again!) making beds (ho hum!) or playing on facebook….oh dear…..or my new obsession pinterest.

So, new start, must not attempt housework (or touch a computer) until I have done something for myself and get the ticker going!!

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I love where we live.

It makes it easier to enjoy exercise, when I get to look at these babies!

The architecture of these little and not so little houses is amazing! They sure don’t make them like they used to.

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The character, the beautiful details and sometimes so simple, that the less is more approach just works!

Love the use of terra cotta. The brick chimneys, roof tiles, fretwork.

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Some houses even look the same, but it doesn’t matter, because they are beautiful.

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Melbourne is delicious…..yes indeed!

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What a weekend it was in Melbourne! Could not have been luckier with the weather, was so great to be out and about lapping it up!

It has been a long time, since I have enjoyed the Moomba festivities.

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The parade was fabulous, the crumbles enjoyed it immensely! The color, music, characters…..and loved the theme. So fitting for this wonderful place in which we live!

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Good old’ Denise Drysdale was even in the parade and crumble #1 had a short, friendly exchange with her. I’ve always liked her…. How she ever put up with Ernie Sigley all those years….

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Think the whole family is on Struggle St today, no one bounced out of bed! We are all Moomba’d out!!

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Hey good lookin’, whatcha got cookin’???

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It would be fair to say, that I love cook books. And quite possibly, I own too many.

But, I love seeing them on my book shelf. I refer to them constantly whether it be for inspiration or purely as reference, to check on how to make a sauce or to find out what the heck something is! Sometimes, when I am indulging in yet another coffee, I love to flick through one as I have done many times before.

I never tire looking through the same ones. I have special cookbooks that have been gifted to me which I treasure, as they are a reminder of the giver eg. Anna and Jodi (love Annabel) or because I went to a book launch (Julie Le Clerc) with some special friends ie. Helen and Constance

I love to loan them to friends, so they can share the cookbook lurve!

Need a recipe for a children’s birthday cake? Talk to me!

I am not too precious about them either. I love opening to a page that is spluttered with food.  Who wants a pristine looking cook book anyway?  Although, I don’t like it when the pages stick together, oopsy!

I think it may well be, that are so pretty and well put together. The beautiful photography and styling of the food, the tableware, flowers, and perhaps the people.

Bill Granger is one of my favourites. His signature white trousers are of constant bemusement to my husband. If anyone can cook up a fabulous dinner party for family and friends in those puppies, without a drop soaking into those crisp, perfectly pressed panties, Bill can!

His recipes are delicious and relatively easy and don’t have too many ingredients that require one to trudge around town until you have found “it!”

There was an interesting article in The Age Epicure this week, asking whether the cookbook is dead? Find it here,

http://www.theage.com.au/lifestyle/cuisine/too-many-books–20120303-1u97g.html

which I found quite interesting. As we are all getting these fancy little smart phones and snazzy computers, some of us are heading to the www in search of recipes and clearing out the cook books.

I admit, I have searched the net on several occasions where I have been stuck for ideas for a themed party or hunting down cocktail recipes for significant other’s partay recently!

I do enjoy reading this blog too,

www.whatkatieate.blogspot.com

But, I don’t think I would ever be without my cook books.

I remember my mum cooking from a cook book when I was growing up, that was mostly text and the occasional pencil drawing of some food. How on earth could anyone get inspired by that? I am a visual person and need to see how my dish is supposed to look on completion.

I was rather chuffed the other day to pick up Margaret Fulton’s Christmas for ten bucks.  Now there is an Aussie great!!

Happy days….guess I will have to host this year!

food is music to the body, music is food to the heart

G.D Roberts

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Crazy little thing called love

My brother got hitched last weekend, in what was a real tear jerker affair with love just oozing from the rafters! I tend to get quite emotional these days at just about anything, even children’s movies (Toy Story 3 was really sad!)  but I don’t think I was quite prepared for this emotionally charged day.  My pale complexion and crying (happy crying) just don’t mix!  Playing the part of Rudolph was not part of the agenda!

My brother is a big softy, with a big heart and it was so lovely to share in this celebration and see him so happy!  His chosen partner is a delightful, caring, loving lassie, whom I haven’t the pleasure of spending much time with, as we have been OS. However, I feel as though I have known her a long time because she just fits like a glove!

The weather wasn’t so crash hot (yay Melbourne) and of course the weather was better the next day (typical Melbourne!) It didn’t affect the vibe of this happy union day and certainly had no affect on the consumption of champagne! Hello A.F.D or should I say month, after the Hen’s Night shenanigans the previous week…..oopsy!

Anyhow, the Cookie crumbles had a fabulous time, tearing up the dance floor and over indulging at the buffet! Great time had by all!

I have to say, I do enjoy the throwing of the bouquet and the subsequent wrangling over it! There is something funny about girls in heels and short dresses going for a specky over a bunch of flowers in the hope of a subsequent proposal….

There had been a drought on the wedding front, in the circles we swing in over the last few years.  But, with a few under our belts over the last year and a half, I’m tipping it ain’t over yet! Love is in the air people!

I love weddings!

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I still call Australya home!

So here we are……back in the lucky country!!!

It has been 3 months since we left what was our home of four and a half years in Wellington, New Zealand, to relocate back to Melbourne. Wellington feels like a long distant memory now, thanks to the craziness that pursued upon on our arrival back to Oz.

The view from my kitchen window in Wellington is one that I miss x

Firstly, catching up with family and friends, finding cars (nightmare!) and then of course a house! Not to mention also, the fact my Cookie Crumbles x 3, would be having an extended summer break! 9 weeks in fact! Heck!

Settling back into beach life in Melbourne. It's tough, but hey, we are happy to oblige!!

It’s ironic looking back, how overwhelmed, excited, sad and uncertain I felt about uprooting our family once again, thinking it would be so easy moving back to a place we were familiar with and reconnecting with people we had a history with. How wrong I have been! Don’t get me wrong, it is nice being back on home turf and it has been so wonderful catching up with some very special people. But, I do wish I could have all my Kiwi friends living in my new city patch! Unfortunately, people move on and their lives too have changed in four and a half years. Going back to work, moving suburbs, studying. Not like the good old days of going to play group a couple of mornings a week, catch ups at the local park and a morning of singing nursery rhymes at the top of your lungs with other enthusiastic first time mums!

We were a part of a wonderful small community in Wellington, that was tight knit, (which can be good and bad ofcourse……) however, the thing that always struck me, was how friendly they were and supportive of all aspects within the community. From organizing meal rosters to the sick, new mothers, help with kindergarten and school fundraising, the list goes on.

I immediately felt right at home with offers firing in all directions for coffee, play dates, suggestions of where to shop, where not to shop……wise words from the locals!

One thing that became an obsession whilst being away, was reading blogs. One in particular that comes to mind is abeachcottage.com with the lovely Sarah. I almost disliked reading it at times, as she was settling into Oz having moved from England and was happily snapping away at photos of the beaches around Sydney. Made me feel incredibly home sick and rather envious, as I had grown up near the beach and missed it dearly. And not to mention the delicious, warm weather…..sigh!

Beautiful sunset at Mt. Martha South Beach, long way from Wellington....

So, here I am, putting finger to keyboard and feeling the need to find an outlet in this game called life! We have found an amazing, vibrant, multi-cultural place to live which we hope to explore closely soon. Children have settled well into their sweet little school and as for me, have found the transition from having children at home to all of a sudden all being at school somewhat difficult! Lost, would be an excellent way to describe it, quiet, another!

I am slowly meeting other mums and hope that I will form some great friendships like I have previously and feel less displaced!

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