coconut bread

the cripple

You’ve got to know where your towel is.

Towels are important, in life.


“A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value – you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to- hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you – daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.

More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”

From The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy┬áby Douglas Adams.



The most ridiculous thing happened to me last week, which is why I now need a towel around my neck at all times. My alarm went off at 6.30 am (yes, it’s a ridiculous hour of the morning. I’m experimenting with running. It was going well, until) I went to turn it off and somehow injured my neck. Continue reading

sometimes the shit things happen


I don’t really want to talk about what actually happened.

That would mean admitting that it’s real.

to see who made it through the night

Sometimes the shit things happen in life.

I wish I could have done more, been more, seen more. I wish I could have helped. I wish things were different.

sunrise on the lake

They are not. This is real. This is life.

(or not.)

fitzgerald and coffee

My corner of the internet is small and lightly populated but it’s here and I do appreciate it. I am planning to fill it more soon but we’ll see how we go with dealing with the shit things happening.

just fucking love

Hold on to your families and your friends. Hold them tight and hold them close. Take care of each other. It’s important.

Much love, friends.

–e, xx

love, e

peach pie and ice cream

slice it up

close up

Last night I made a peach pie. It wasn’t the best-planned of baking adventures, leaving me stranded at midnight with hot pie; this is often how my endeavours turn out, badly plotted and with a less than impressive musical score. With this particular pie, the timer went off while I was in the shower. The shower. I ask you, who decides to have a shower with five minutes to go on the pie timer? Me, apparently.

light up my plate

(And before you get all high-and-mighty on my showering time, that gave me one minute to get ready, leaving me well within 4-minute-showering rules. I’m environmentally conscious. Yep.)


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flemington farmer’s market

A really lovely thing to do on a sunny summer Sunday is go for a walk at a farmer’s market. You could go with a friend who is really excited about the abundance of food and the experience of acquiring it from the people who grow it. You can talk to those people and really hear about their passion for food and plants and people and community. You can pet a really cute puppy and drink an ice-cold fresh orange juice slushy. You can taste heirloom apples and local cheeses and give them a party in your mouth.

I hope your weekend was as amazing as mine.






aforementioned cute puppy


greek basil


alpine strawberry seedling


mini heirloom pumpkin


green tomatoes




mini jonathons

mint julep

literary drinking

This is really just my excuse to rant about The Great Gatsby [the movie] before it comes out. That way, I’ve got my ranting out of the way and I can just enjoy the movie when I actually go and see it, right?

Right. So, first up, I’m really excited about this movie. I know I’ve only read the book really recently (forgive me for not living in the US of A and being made to read it during an English class where I’ll be made to answer all the questions because no one else can be bothered to do the work and therefore hating it for the rest of forever because of all the negative associations) but I seriously feel an affinity with this book that means I will read it every year for the rest of my life. Or at least at regular intervals. The book is basically where the kings of metaphors hang out so getting to see those mind pictures in real life as depicted by Baz Luhrman has already made me into a tiny squealing fangirl more than once and I’ve only seen the previews. Continue reading

corn fritters


I made you some corn fritters.

It’s hot here and the last thing I want to be doing is anything that makes it hotter, but I needed to make you something. Turning on the oven just isn’t an option and while I know it’s salad season – summer and January and New Year’s Resolutions anyone? – I gotta work with what I got. Continue reading

new years day


Last year was a fun ride.

Last year was very interesting.

I deferred uni. I moved approximately fifty million times. I baked a lot of cookies. I turned twenty one. I moved into a really great place with really great people. I hosted a couple of parties.

I blogged some, laughed a lot, cried a little and went to two weddings.

Last year was a good one.

This year, I plan on studying, blogging, writing, running, sewing and baking. I plan on being kind to myself and others. I plan on having adventures and doing things that I love while making the world suck less.

I plan on reading a lot and thinking deeply about many things.

Happy New Years. May 2013 exceed your expectations.

merry christmas and another gingerbread cookie recipe

magical gingerbread

Sometimes, you just gotta make a magical Christmas scene out of gingerbread. Sometimes, cookies are the only answer. Sometimes, 22 types of cookies just isn’t enough. Sometimes, gingerbread is all you need.

to start with

most important

Sometimes, Christmas is about these kinds of things. Of gingerbread, and ninjabread, of shortbread and yoyos and taking over someone else’s oven because yours stopped inexplicably stopped working in the middle of making a batch of the above biscuits. Or cookies, if you’re American. You know the word cookie most likely came from the Dutch koekje meaning “little cake”? This is especially cool for me since I have Dutch heritage.



But sometimes, Christmas needs us to find its roots again amongst all the commercialism and competition. And not only that, but we need to find the de-sentimentalised Christmas. The Christmas that isn’t just about family and togetherness, lovejoypeaceJesus. Christmas is about more than that. Continue reading