Hey guys! It’s been a while, I know, and I have a LOT of stuff to tell you about. I’m working on revamping the site, there have been a bunch of recipes I’ve been trying out and I can’t wait to tell you all about them.
For now, though, the big news is that I have a new domain name! This site, I don’t know if you’d noticed, is now happily at home at cutthecookie.com. We have a .com domain! This is very exciting news. I feel like it’s a proper website now, and I hope to be able to treat it like one. I’ll be updating more regularly and expanding a little on the content side of things.
Happy Sunday! Have a cup of coffee for me.
Much love, friends.
I have been moving around a lot lately, I think I’ve mentioned it before. I counted recently and if you count all the times I’ve moved in the last three years, I’ve moved twelve times in the last three years.
Twelve is a lot of times. Twelve moves is twenty four cars packed forty eight times. Twelve moves is twelve times I’ve forgotten little pieces of my life, bits of me scattered all over eastern Victoria.
Twelve moves is twelve times I’ve had to say goodbye. Continue reading
So when I lived at home, I was the official “treat maker”. I liked to cook, and so my mum told me that if I made “recess food” (for those who don’t know, recess is the mini break Australian children have in between the start of school and lunchtime. In primary school it’s often known as playtime. I don’t even.) for my family, she would do the dishes. This, all you bakers out there know, is a BIG DEAL.
Unfortunately, I think Dad got stuck with doing most of the dishes and I got stuck with the reputation of avoiding dishes (although I’ve lived out of home for almost three years now and so do all my own dishes. Also, I do dishes for a living. Come on, guys!)
(A lot of parentheses in this post. Just a little notice that I noticed.)
All that to say, when I lived at home, I baked at home. A lot. I like to try things out, I like to bake delicious sweet things. (No, really. I really do. You can’t tell, can you?) Continue reading
I went home this past weekend to visit my family and ooh and aah over my sister’s wedding photos. I don’t always get home as often as I’d like to, despite the fact that my family only live a 2 1/2 hour drive away. Our lives get busy, work doesn’t always co operate and sometimes, there just isn’t the time.
However, I did get to drive home after work on Saturday, listening to the Joy the Baker podcast and finally wearing a light, summery dress – the weather is warming up, people! Despite my penchant for winter and all the fun it brings, there’s something undeniably uplifting about a warm, sunny day, light sandals and country air.
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.
It’s been almost a month since I last posted. I won’t make excuses. I will apologise, and promise many good things in the next few weeks. Starting with my new obsession.
Here’s a tip for you: smoothies that have spinach in them don’t have to star spinach. It can be a background ingredient, something that you add for its nutritional value. It makes you feel even more virtuous, not that that’s necessarily necessary when you’re having a smoothie in the first place, but it’s not bad.
Yes, smoothies have become a big part of my life. The blender lives on our kitchen bench. There’s frozen fruit in the freezer, a bowl full of peaches on the table, and yoghurt, milk and juice in the fridge. Myriad possibilities abound.
Seeing as I don’t live at home anymore, and I work on Saturdays and often on Mondays, often during the week, and I study and you know, the life of a student (and a two – more on that later) is a very busy life. I’m young, right? I live.
So all things considered, I don’t get home very often, but when I do it’s always a treat. I get to sleep in (mostly) I get my meals made for me, I can lounge in my pj’s (assuming I remember to bring them with me… yeah…) and I get to see my family, which is moderately large. I’ve met larger, but we’re definitely larger than average.
The best thing about this particular trip home (I say, sitting in the sun in the dining room, with wireless internet and awesome company) is that my sister’s back from her nine-week-long trip overseas. I haven’t seen her for ages. It’s lovely. We get to chat about stuff and exclaim and be sisters. It’s awesome.
And we got a road trip home too. Hello, Little Red, Washington, Cute is What We Aim For. Hello, getting to know my sister’s boyfriend better. We have really, really good conversations.