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Bourbon caramel nuts with black sesame and sea salt.

17 Dec

Teacher gifts:

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My original plan was to do cookies, as usual. But then I was trolling around Pinterest (as you do), and found this recipe.

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Easy, delicious, and different. I’ll definitely be making these again.

Tonight, pizza. Tomorrow, the world!

25 Jul

Before:

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After:

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Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go shopping for ingredients.

Pizza Pizza.

5 Feb

Since time out of mind, Friday night has been pizza night here at the House of Frog. We used to buy take-away pizza, usually from one or another of the franchise places in Orange. Then, about a year ago, I started making them myself, because I have all the equipment and ingredients, everybody can choose their own toppings, and home-baked is just… better.

Tech Support’s diabetes has meant changes, most notably having to eliminate almost all carbs from his diet: he has a low GI cereal for breakfast every day, and once a week he has a small serve of pasta (al dente = low GI), and that’s about it. We’ve tried a few different so-called diabetic and/or low GI crust recipes, but they weren’t very nice, and still pushed his morning sugar way too high, so he reluctantly gave up pizza. I think that sacrifice has been the hardest for him, even more so than potato (and he lurves potato).

Every other night of the week, I eat the same as T.S., but he insists that the rest of us still have pizza of a Friday night. I feel really guilty sitting beside him, eating one of his very favourite foods while he has frittata (we’ve found that eggs work for him – high protein, NO carbs at all, and he doesn’t have a cholesterol problem, so there’s no issues with the yolks). It’s almost impossible to eat pizza without making happy noises, and how can I do that while my darling is sitting right there, not eating pizza?

So, when T.S. announced he was going to be away for a couple of nights on business, I changed Friday pizza night to Sunday, and tonight the boys and I made and ate our pizzas with all appropriate happy noises and no guilt at all.

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How I know spring is on the way.

19 Aug

1. The peach tree is budding.

2. The daffodils are sprouting.

3. The wattle is blooming.

4. Yesterday I woke up feeling like someone had marinated my eyeballs in napalm and then cooked them a la flambé (and trust me, you do NOT want to see a pic of that. Ever).

5. I want to eat salad all the time. This happens about this time every year. After a long winter of soups stews and casseroles (all of which I love), I suddenly want leafy greens and crispy veg. Today for lunch it was roasted pumpkin and red onion with spinach, feta and pine nuts.

And it was delicious!

 

I love winter because winter means soup.

24 Jul

Here in the House of Frog, we are big lovers of Tex-Mex. Tacos, burritos, nachos, fajitas, quesadillas: you name it, we never met a Mex recipe that we didn’t like. I’ve even been known to make my own tortillas. But our hands-down favourite is chicken enchiladas. We have them at least once a month.

I use Old El Paso’s enchilada kit and slow-cook the chicken in the crock-pot, and then come dinner-time it’s a simple matter of assemble, bake and fling together some salad.

Anyway, last month I did them up as usual, and the next day when I looked at the leftover chicken, I thought “Nah, I don’t really want this as-is…” So I threw in a tin of beans, some chicken stock, and a couple of handfuls of frozen corn niblets.

Soup! Tangy with tomatoes, zingy with capsicum, chunky and filling with beans and corn and chicken and mushrooms. What’s not to love?

I did it on purpose this time, making extra chicken so
I’ll have enough for several days worth of lunches.

Happy happy joy joy.

Thursday Weigh-in #18

3 Sep
  • Weight: 74.5 kg
  • BMI: 26
  • Loss this week: 1.2kg
  • Total loss so far: 13.5 kg
  • …and with this week’s loss, I am officially thinner than I have been since I fell pregnant with Boyo. Also, I’m six weeks and five days from D-Day, and 4.5kg from goal.

    Boo-yah!  😀

    Progress: slow but steady.

    24 Aug

    The shoulder-seam plan worked. I unpicked the cast-off edge from the middle, picked up the live stitches and worked a three-needle bind off as planned. It worked very nicely indeed. That was Thursday evening.

    Friday was my volunteer day in the school canteen, so that night after dinner I sat down and got to work on the next step – grafting the collar pieces at the back neck. Three attempts, flubbed ’em all. There may have been a certain amount of sotto voce swearing. There was certainly a great deal of lying awake half the night, staring at the ceiling, obsessing about my sudden-onset grafting disability.

    Saturday morning I had a scrapbooking thing on in Orange, after which I met Sharon for our monthly S’n’B at the Railway Hotel in Millthorpe (if anyone local is reading this, we meet from 2-4pm on the third Saturday of the month. We’d love to see you there next time – 20 September). So no further grafting attempts were made during the day, and after my grand total of two hours sleep Friday night, I was just barely smart enough to know I was too stupid-tired to even try. So I put a few rows on the Mulberry shawl (Rav-link) and then went to bed.

    Sundays are generally a write-off for anything requiring focus. I had umpty-‘leven loads of washing to do. I always start out the week with the best of intentions to do a load every day so that I can stay on top of it, but it never quite happens that way, and I inevitably end up spending the whole of Sunday oscillating back and forth between washing machine and clothes-line, with an occasional foray into the kitchen to bake lunch-box treats for the week (this week – turning some very elderly bananas into muffins). No knitting last night – I finally managed to get this book from the library this week, so last night I was deeply ensconced in the chemical structure of gluten, and the effects of different enzymes on same, and all of a sudden it was 11pm, so I went to bed.

    This morning should have benn a perfect opportunity to get it done – rainy Monday, no kids underfoot, except that I had to go to Orange to sort out some TAFE stuff. That done, I had myself a latte at my favourite cafe, went to the greengrocer’s for supplies, and then to the whole-foods shop for a leisurely wander (something I never get to do, as the shop is out of the main shopping area, and I usually just have time to dart in, grab the essentials and bolt back out again), and I have been home just long enough to put away the fruit and veg and make myself a remarkably inauthentic salad Niçoise (Kalamata olives instead of Niçoise, poached egg instead of hard boiled, sugar-snap peas instead of green beans, and a not a caper or anchovy in sight – quick, somebody call the Salad Police! She’s using what she has on hand! And it’s delicious!).

    Once I finish my lunch (which I am eating as I type this) I will take another stab at that grafting. I will finish this cardigan, I promise. At this rate, sometime around Christmas, but I will finish it!