I made them one year, and they were so good, I had to make them every year thereafter.
The Anzac biscuit.
Not only are they
a) super easy to make
b) use the most basic ingredients
c) taste delicious
But, they also give off the most amazing scent as they’re baking in the oven.
As has become the norm on Anzac Day, it was grey and gloomy, but being able to indulge in these with baby girl after they came out of the oven, and her telling me that she will bring 4 of them to school tomorrow, lifted the mood on this sombre day.
17. Bruce Springsteen songs that are fully self-indulgent.
18. Sharing the music love around the table. 🎶
19. Smacking mozzies silly with hands and sponges. 😂
20. Planning to leave by 5, but leaving after 7pm. 🤦♀️😂
21. Patting Mister F when we got home. 😻
22. But the BEST thing to end the day, was the beautiful kissing game I played with baby girl at bedtime. She had her lips on my cheek, but not doing the smacking kissing sound, just pressing her lips there, so I was kissing her all over her face, before she would grab my face and hold her lips to my cheek again, and around and around we went, cacking ourselves silly.
I considered some time ago throwing in the towel for this gratitude blog, just because I felt I had done what I set out to do.
That is, I now know how to practice gratitude daily in novel ways.
But a part of me feels like I’m not done in this area, not yet anyway.
So for now, I’ll keep going. 💪
How did I celebrate my blog milestone today? Well after not being sick all winter, my body went ‘stuff this’ and threw in its own towel today. 🙄
Enter panadol and tea.
But in true gratitude, glass half-full fashion, I made chicken soup, and Marion’s hoisen beef noodles, and I’m happy that I made some food for my body (and soul) that’ll hopefully get me back into tip-top shape.
There’s always worse out there to put your own woes in perspective, and remember, there’s always better waiting for you. ❤❤
During the day I made this delectable new recipe, recently seen on Marion Grasby’s social media, the ‘bounty brownie.’
Basically she uses the bounty chocolate bar, along with a whole lotta coconut and other good stuff, to make this incredible version of the brownie.
This is oozy, gooey, soft, and just OMG. My heart. ❤ I originally made it with Hubbie in mind because he loves coconut with chocolate, but gee, I think it’s an all-round winner.
But that wasn’t ALL. Hubbie got a selection of yummy meats and prawns, mixed grill style, and we got them sizzling on the stove… accompanied with salad stuff and home-made oven chips, let’s just say I was feeling really content.
(Well, many really, but I gotta talk about something different now, don’t I? 😉)
Cooking.
It was such an inside day, and I was happy to spend most of it indoors, willing the rain to rain down even more, so I could revel in the inside-ness, even more.
I did lots of cooking, and was most happy with this chocolate slice I made. It’s a recipe I’ve had for yonks but never tried. Honestly, I have a trillion recipes scattered in magazines, books and clippings all over the place, and need to go through them more regularly so that I can discover more interesting things to make.
It was good.
2. Ricky Martin.
I’ve been on a massive rock fest of late, and most of the time Queen is the only thing I play. But I put a song on YouTube tonight, a live Ricky Martin performance, and after that was done it gave me another Ricky Martin song…
And I just REMEMBERED. I mean, it’s not like I forgot. But you can’t love everyone at the same time, and you gotta play music according to your mood.
But man, I still love the guy.
I ended up finding a CD and pumping it up as I did the dishes, because that’s the rule in our house… whoever does the dishes, picks the soundtrack.
And it was a whole lot of ‘ola’ tonight!
Chocolate slice, and Ricky. Both so, so sweet. 🤣💖😉
I saw a lovely sight today. Something that brought me happy memories.
And the smell… gee, it transported me back to my childhood. I remember walking past it as a kid, and being hit hard by the smoke and mustiness of it all.
My parents old smokehouse.
Only it ain’t looking so old. It’s got a fresh lick of paint, a prime position in their yard, and it is in OPERATION.
It’s fascinating, how as kids all this homemade stuff isn’t fascinating to us.
Smoking meats, making sausages, home-made wine, other brews… 🤪😂
And yet as we hit adulthood, all of this stuff makes us happy! In my case, I will probably only try a tiny bit of smoked meat, but give me that sweet stuff before it turns into wine ANY day.
Most. Pronounced, M-O-SH-T.
Who knows? Maybe this new-found love for what is old-fashioned, natural and instinctive, will give rise to the next generation stepping up and taking a new interest in making these things…
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