Thursday, January 26, 2012

Australia Day 2012














Green and Gold floral table centres for Australia Day. An Aussie flag for Australia Day. Australia Day, another occasion to break bread with family and friends. Last year it was 46 degrees so by contrast, today was a welcome relief. No neeed to stand in front of fans like last year while genial hosts sprayed mists of water across the yard in an attempt to cool guests. Guests who were melting in the heat. Today's cool and showery weather - perfect for an Aussie barbecue. What is a typical Australian menu today? Greek salad, mango, avocado and prawn salad. Breasts of chicken marinated in honey, garlic, sesame seeds and soy flame grilled. True blue Aussie snags and lamb chops. Home baked chocolate tart and ice cream served with fresh strawberries. That was one family's Australia Day lunch.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Monday Night

Plates organised and table set. We don't usually entertain during the week but last Monday was different. Anne and Gary were kind enough to join us for an impromptu dinner. Normally I would not cook but again last Monday night was different. On holidays for a few more days I decided to try my hand at a dinner menu for guests. To begin, bubbles from St Clements. A platter for sharing while we chatted and the potatoes baked. Entree, somewhat understated with a portion of mini spring rolls accompanied by sweet chili dipping sauce. This was followed by shots of lemon sorbet. Next, potatoes in jackets that were chunked then topped with finely chopped rosemary. A leaf salad including snow peas, cherry tomatoes and avocado ensured that all of the food groups were represented. Lightly crumbed herb encrusted, pork fillets were seared and thence baked. Dessert, a quick call to 'phone a friend' to ask, does it matter if I use light milk when the recipe calls for full cream milk? Apparently in this instance it was not too critical. How lucky was I? Dessert, creme caramel, berries and ice cream. Lastly, homemade chocolates to finish the evening. Glasses cleared, plates stacked and the dish washer quietly rinsing. I could get used to this.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Backpacking America



Later today Christopher will travel to Sydney where he begins his 8 month long journey of discovery. He will spend his first night in a backpacker's hostel near Central Station in Sydney. He has never backpacked before so today begins a life and character building experience. His flight leaves very early tomorrow morning and then his first stop is South America. Thus far he has had three farewell dinners so I am sure that the suspense of waiting has reached its critical mass and he just wants to be on that plane. The pack is relatively light by some standards but I expect that to change along the way. His pack is new and not yet jarred by baggage conveyor belts or baggage handlers. Good sturdy thongs, his preferred footwear will probably give out long before the blisters. A few Aussie icons have been discretely included in his pack. Thongs may not be my choice of shoes for lots of walking but then I've never been to South America. I hope that the Aussie T-shirts are worn with pride and that he meets many interesting people and enjoys the cultural exchanges. I look forward to the news of his exploits, best memories and all that comes with the adventure.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Repairing The Damage

T'was a few weeks before Christmas and all through the house no other was stirring as I sat at the computer. Rather sensibly, for at 4am most other people in my home are asleep. It had been raining for a while and I could hear a dripping sound. I saw water droplets slowly dropping down from the ceiling and into the open print tray attached to the computer. As you might expect this was a moment in time where I presumed that I had been working too long and thus, was imagining that it was raining inside. No, I watched a little longer and there were indeed water drops dripping from the centre of a circular, damp patch overhead. My OH&S training alerted me to the fact that electrical appliances should never be wet; especially from leaking ceilings. I moved the printer and then pondered if it was too early to advise Stephen of the dilemma. I waited patiently for the sun to rise before telling him of the situation. I am not sure why I then felt the need to venture into other rooms in the house but I did. What I found was mould on carpets in two rooms, water stains on the gyprock walls and ceilings and in the hallway too. It is important to explain that it had been raining for a few days on and off. Paint had bubbled from the walls in giant wafer thin sheets. Further inspection revealed that the tiled roof had decided to absent itself from its weather protection functions. The elements had worn down its resistance and I learnt that tiles have a shelf life. Who knew? Many, many thousands of dollars was required to repair the damage and restore the tiles to their previous waterproof state. The contractor suggested that unless it was urgent then the job could wait until after Christmas. I explained that I had watched one of the lightglobes in the kitchen flash intermittently despite the fact that it was turned off at the switch on the wall. The contractor immediately recognised the urgency but was kind enough to inquire if we had smoke detectors? I then further recounted my trips to the ceiling cavity late one night to place drop trays where water had breached yet more tiles over another bedroom. That was one through the man hole romp that I don't regret making for water was literally pouring into the ceiling space directly into the wiring of light fitting below. I did however, note the need to purchase a torch for future ventures up the ladder and into the dark and dusty roof trusses. Scary up there. That night I fashioned a funnel from Aluminium foil to direct and channel and second leak from a truss that was tracking down the ducting for the air conditioning. The funnel, a clever idea suggested by one at the bottom of the ladder. It worked. My pink washing dish was finally located to stem the flow of water in a third location and then I returned to the world of light hopeful that none of my dam busters would overflow before the roof was repaired. We now have a beautifully restored roof so it was most distressing to find that two of the recently restored paint jobs were once again stained and walls glistening with water tracks. Roof was repaired so what was the issue now? I did not know that there is a tray in the roof space for the ducted air conditioning unit. It was overflowing as the tray had warped over the years and it was a secondary source of destruction. Coincidence that both events occurred simultaneously and the roof was not entirely to blame. Many weeks of painting and rooms are ready to be slept in once again. Carpets shampooed still bare the scars of the event. So perhaps I should enrol in Maintenaqnce 101; if the WEA runs such courses for people such as myself. I am all painted out.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Tulloch's In The Hunter

Since we were spending New Year's Eve in the vineyards we had secured accommodation nearby. As luck would have it we noted a newish building on the road to our cottage. The two storey tasting rooms of Keith Tulloch was an impressive sight as we made our way through the myriad of roads that drew the tourists to Pokolbin. The verandah area was dotted with several groups of such tourists sampling the nectar of the vines. As we frequented the Cellar Restaurant we had partaken of Tulloch's wines on many occasions so when the opportunity presented to actually pause and try other wines by the same winemaker it was a must make stop. Parking a plenty so that was easy. The garden and lawn courtyard by cellar door elegantly introduced us to the upstairs tasting rooms. Keith Tulloch took time from his busy day to share his knowledge, his wine making expertise and even a little Tulloch family history. I urge the tourist and locals that as they leave the cellar door that the Muse restaurant offers the highest quality cuisine and service not to be missed. The pate, the terrine, the shared venison and desserts offered us the finest lunch experience. My preference and recommendation is for The Kester, a Shiraz. I hope that others find it to their liking too!

Farewell 2011

To welcome in the New Year we were invited once again to share the festivities at Jeni and Alain's home. This year's theme was the 1950's. I researched the period online and discovered fashions that I had long forgotten. Slim waists, beatniks, Hawaiian shirts, hats and gloves and of course ties. What to wear? No longer slim waisted so give that a miss. Possibly really never was. How did they achieve that look? Was it the corsets, the 'step-ins'? They did look as if they were going to a premieres just to go shopping or the like. Some fashions seemingly so formal. None the less Stephen and I donned our chosen attire and set forth bravely to see what the other guests had conjured. Margaret had done her homework well and she had reflected perfectly the 1950's. Chris too had ensured parity with the times. Jeni, were you in the kitchen again all night for I have no picture once again. Soon I will venture into your kitchen and snap a memory of our NYE, fun times that you host so well.

Stephen Cooks For Us

Some people celebrate Christmas for days if not weeks later as family travel back to the family home. Our family is one that celebrates in stages as family members arrive from different parts of the state. I have begun to like the habit of the extended festive season for Christmas is a happy time of the year. This year we had decided on an Italian theme for a bit of variety from the more traditional Christmas fare. To start, a platter, where conversation allows us to catch up. Thence, a combination of freshly cooked pastas in a variety of sauces. Side salads and dessert to finish. This year's chocolate tart dessert included a generous portion of a new recipe -- of whipped mousse. I can see that it will become a regular at our table. Bon bons essential items and even the donning of the hideous paper hats complete the meal. The reading and sharing of jokes that some of us recall from our childhood. Whilst some things change nothing changes. Christmas is good like that.

A Bridge Too Far

On our trip to Queensland for Christmas I was fortunate enough to be able to stop by the side of the road and capture the image of a bridge that's life is almost at an end. The bridge is well beyond use and repair. Its timbers slowly rotting and there was evidence of flood debris in its beams. Whilst many things washed away during the January 2011 floods somehow this remarkable old bridge stood firm. During its life it must have withstood numerous flood events. Time not floods will slowly lead to its demise and only photographs will remember its style and brilliance. Rails once firm and confident are twisted and warped with age. Wonder if a traveller will drive by in years to come and look at the piers and try to imagine what was once standing on the columns of brick.

Thank You

One Saturday night Anne and Gary entertained and cooked dinner for us. Didn't need to go far for this restaurant quality dinner. The entree of diced avocado and prawns in salmon boats was prepared and served par excellence. Mains of Christmas flavours and colours preceded dessert. Dessert, a sumptuous poached pear with chocolate, double cream and ice cream left me asking who needs to go to restaurants to enjoy superb cuisine when we have neighbours like Anne and Gary? Thank you for the special treat. Hope that we can return to favour soon.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Road Trips

It had been many years since our children had dared to accept our invitation to undertake a road trip together. Road trips with adult children -- not fashionable. Fascinating concept. It had been a few years since we hit the pavement together in our family car. Apparently, in 2011, adult children don't travel in the same car with their parents; even when the journey is more than 9 hours long. Our two cars left separately with arrangements to meet at Armidale. Armidale the first stop over made in reasonable time. A family room as luck would have it. A two bedroom suite where we could bond over pizza. Pizza ordered to our room. In the 40 minutes that we had taken up residence in the hotel it already resembled one of the bedrooms of my childrens' youth. Bags dropped on beds, clothes on the floor and electronic devices consuming their attention. Eyes glued to telephone screens and fingers punching messages to distant friends advising them of every minute detail of the trip thus far. A minor distraction to actually take a break and eat dinner while texting and taking calls. Did we want to order breakfast to our room before setting off tomorrow? No, of course not; the golden arches the preferred breakfast option for our two young travellers. Not mine but I am a happy hostess. The additional incentive of the poolside bar service at the journey's end was also planned in order to recover from the long dry trip.

Hiddenvale Possum

As we left Cotton's we made our way across the lawn between the tennis court and the gardens that lined the verandah. We startled a possum that was hungrily devouring a mango. A mango that had dropped from a nearby tree. The young possum so intent on its fresh, mango, supper that he was unaware of our approach. Instinct stronger than its need to finish its dinner it scampered up the closest tree. Its wistful eyes caught in the camera's flash peered down at us. The fallen treasure abandoned on the ground with little teeth marks scaring its flesh. A selfish desire to stay an watch the possum's antics was quickly ignored. The possum stared at us from the safety of the overhead tree branch while his dinner lay at our feet. We had dined at Cotton's and now it was the possum's time to dine too. The three of us left quietly hoping that the possum would resume its meal in peace.