I really love scones. They’re quick, they’re easy, they’re versatile and they’re absolutely delicious.
Stephanie Alexander’s sister once told her that when she heard the sound of a visitor at the gate, she should be able to get a batch of scones in the oven by the time they were at the front door. I’m fairly sure I’ve mentioned that before, but I love it so much, I’m saying it again. I don’t think I’m at that stage yet, but I can definitely make you scones for breakfast when I get back from my morning run.
Scones take next to no effort, especially if you’re using a food processor. I don’t tend to these days, as I’m living at a house that doesn’t have a dishwasher. When you’re faced with three extra dishes or one to clean, always choose one.
Clearly, I have a problem.
No, I’m not talking about my addiction to Doctor Who t-shirts or my extreme nitpickiness when it comes to the care of books. I’m not even talking about my complete inability to ignore the inappropriate possessive apostrophe in “it’s”. People, get it right: if it is a contraction of “it is”, then it needs an apostrophe. If it is not a contraction of “it is” then it does not need an apostrophe. Continue reading
Christmas, in Australia, is about the heat. It’s currently wavering around 40°C today, which is epically ridiculous, especially when you have to work in a kitchen. Yuck.
However, I love a summer Christmas. A long summer holiday with presents, time to read all those books you received from your family. What could be better? It’s true that a traditional roasted dinner can be a bit much, but a summer Christmas is also a great excuse to get expensive seafood and fresh summer fruit, all in the name of celebration. I have never known a white Christmas, although I would love to someday. For now I will enjoy bare feet and air conditioning. Continue reading
So. It has come to this.
Presents are a thing that happens at Christmas time. I like presents the same way I like cupcakes. They’re awesome, but they’re even more awesome to give to other people. Continue reading
Our Christmas tree is up! I’m so excited. My housemates were hanging out for me to come home so we could decorate it together. Unfortunately we don’t have a real tree but I will be acquiring a pine scented candle sometime soon so we’ll still have that amazing Christmas scent. Mmm. Christmas. Pine. Continue reading
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas! My newsfeeds are filling up with instagram photos, status updates and tweets all about Christmas. Trees are going up, carols are being sung and most importantly, cookies are being made.
Mmm, cookies. Continue reading
I am surrounded by boxes.
I have to go over an obstacle course to get to my door.
I’m typing this on my bed because my desk is covered with stuff.
But five months after everything went pear-shaped, I finally have a place to call home.
Home’s a funny thing. Home is, famously, where the heart is, but it’s also where the people welcome you, where you can hang your hat up, where you can put your feet on the furniture and your alcohol on the windowsill. Home is where you keep your crap, literal and figurative in more than one sense. Home is where no questions are asked and also where all the deep questions are asked. Home is when you can say that you’re stuffed and ready for bed and you can just go there. Home is re-discovering old clothes and old books. Home is baking at ten o’clock at night and rearranging the furniture to suit yourself.