Wednesday, April 27, 2011

long time, no see

Well, like a lot of things in my life I started this blog with enthusiasm then one day just completely lost interest. No particular reason, I think I just realised that I really enjoy reading blogs a lot more than writing them and I always forget to take photos of stuff that I could blog about and I really do prefer a blog post with a bit of eye candy!

I think another reason for my lack of interest is the subject matter. While I'm truly happy about growing healthy food for myself and my family and I'm grateful for the learning opportunity for Kurty I don't love gardening and I probably never will. Although I hope it grows on me. (pardon the pun)

So I will use this blog for other things too. Namely as a record of events and occurrences and the little things that my sieve like memory could never retain on its own.

What inspired me to open up this blog again was that just a moment ago when Kurty was in the middle of this 3 hour day sleep (I can usually set my watch by him and yes at 3yrs and 8mths (OMG really) I really do know how lucky I am to have this time to myself every day) he cried out at 1.5hours and I raced in and yes at 3yrs and 8mths I still cannot let him cry alone for more than a moment, crying during the day when he doesn't get his own way, well thats another story.
Anyway I rushed in to "mum, my arm is fuzzy" bless him "that's pins and needles buddy roll over and it will go away in a minute". Probably only cute because I'm his mum but I thought it was adorable and I didn't want to forget it, and now I won't.
So the house is quite once more except for the chirp of crickets. Some people I believe quite like this sound, I think I used to be one of those people. Not any more now I bloody well HATE the little buggers. They chirp VERY LOUDLY day and night and have been keeping me awake night after night for months, since about October last year, lately I have tried ear plugs and some nights I have even gone to sleep in the spare bed which seems ridiculous. I even called Dawson's pest control, but they told me there is nothing you can do and they are seasonal. Which seasons is what I'd like to know! Oh she did suggest pouring boiling water on them but all this achieved was the death of one previously very nice plant.

So the garden, if your interested, has been good, good for zucchinis that is. I think we pick one or two a day and that has been going on for ages although I think things seem to be slowing up now.
I have only thrown one away of which I'm very proud.
I have made:-
a very yummy zucchini slice (thermomix recipe)
zucchini, feta and ricotta fritters    yum
zucchini chocolate cake      I liked it more than the husband and kurty just wanted icing on it

Zucchini has been a pizza topping, a filling for chicken soft tacos, grated into pasta sauce, added too minestrone soup, pumpkin soup and vegetable soup, added to garden salads, rice salads, pasta salads,beetroot carrot and apple salads and coleslaw.
I'm sure there has been more and I have a recipe for a zucchini,carrot and shallot risotto planned for tomorrow.

I'm too lazy to write any recipes but message me if your interested.

Today Kurty came out with two other little gems. Dad said as they played with a footy "I'll kick it to ya" to which Kurty replied "I'll kick it to you dad, not ya" I was soooooo proud. And then at the beach this morning as Kurty hitched a ride on Dad's shoulders I asked if he would like me to carry him for a bit (to give poor sick dad a break, he is suffering with a horrible cold right now) "No thank you mum, I'm rather happy up here"
Seriously sometimes I think we are raising an upper class English school boy not a three year old Aussie kid.
Still I'm not complaining I'd rather Kurty sound like a snooty little rich kid than a bogan. Is that snobby of me?

Mind you take a look at the photo below, seems were not all that far from bogan status around here after all.
God help me.


  1. Gorgeous, gorgeous.
    Glad you're posting again :o)

  2. brilliant post Georgia.
    I much prefer to read the antics of your boy than your caterpillars anyway.