#1417 It’s okay to do nothing

If there is any a day where it is okay to do pretty much nothing, it is New Years Day.

We fulfilled that requirement to the nth degree today.

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Like sitting on the balcony, and just STARING.

And you can bet our bananas, after this day of both self-imposed and forced break and nothingness, we will be painting the Peninsula red, blue, green, yellow and pink come all our other family holiday days.

Starting tomorrow.

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#1416 Who you’re with on New Year’s Eve

It doesn’t matter if you have fireworks.

It doesn’t matter if you’re at a raging party.

It doesn’t matter if you’re on the banks of a river, on a 25 storey high-rise, or up on a bridge.

It doesn’t matter if you are surrounded by 100 people, or 1.

All that matters is that you’re with people who you love, and who love you.

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(Oh, and some Moet and choc-dipped strawberries don’t go astray either). πŸ˜‰

Hope your New Year 2020 is all you want it to be. β€πŸΎπŸŽ‰β€

 

#1396 A new decade and the fridge cleanse

So many people are talking about it.

Watch out. Christmas is the prime focus RIGHT NOW, but mark my words after that festive day passes everyone will be turning their attention to the New Year.

The New Decade.

Because that’s what it is, not just a new year… it’s another huge shift of time. Another decade forward.

Transformation, reawakening, setting intentions, clearing of old and making way for the new…

These are all the key terms for a New Year, but at the moment they are hyped up and on steroids because it’s also going to be 2020 in 20 days time.

I must admit I fall for the ‘New Year, New Me’ crap every time. I fall for it initially, and then spend the rest of the year reminding myself, with action, that I can change my life and myself anytime I like.

I don’t need to wait 365 days to start again.

Just last month. I’ve transformed my life in one very little way. It’s minor, but I can see it paying dividends. I didn’t have to wait ’til the end of December for it to start. I didn’t have to announce it on social media or make some big fan fare out of it… I just DID IT, and have been slowly moving forward, increment by increment.

Anyone can do it. You can do it too… like right now.

And then tonight. Like, I could have waited until the holidays, or the New Year to start to clear out the fridge…

But I did it simultaneously as dinner was being cooked.

I HAD TO. I realised last night as I was looking for a sauce to add to my chicken mince (for those tacos ;)) that almost ALL my fridge sauces had expired 1-2 years ago… I had fish sauce in there from 2015.

WHAT??? It moved houses with us and was even expired then! Get out!

And you know what, a couple of these bottles had no expiry date… simply a ‘refrigerate after opening’ message on the bottle. They smelt fine, and a google search told me they might be alright…

But you know what? Something my bestie told me YEARS ago came into my head. In fact, she probably doesn’t realise this, but this little thing she said about her own cleaning/cleansing process, made such an impact on me, probably because it made so much sense.

She was throwing out old clothes, and coming across the old thought pattern of “what if I need it one day?”

Ahh, that old chestnut. ‘What if I need it one day?’ That question that bugs us and keeps us in permanent doubt over whether to keep or throw, with the former always the end result as we tuck our object back into the closet for an ‘in case’ day.

Bloody hell.

She said that when she came to that thought, she told herself “If I ever need something else like this, I will just buy it.”

That simple. No she wasn’t wasting money. 9 times out of 10 she probably wouldn’t need that item. She rid herself of clutter, and in that 1 occasion that she did have to go to the shop to buy something that she’d had years ago… easy peasy.

But oh the mental freedom. Not to be weighed down by junk, ‘what-ifs’ and ‘in-cases.’

That’s what I did today. I said “if I really need this sauce, I will buy another one… and actually enjoy it knowing it’s not 2 years old.”

So that’s what I did today. Shocking to hear but I probably rid the fridge of about 20 assorted jars and bottles.

Next week…. the pantry. Watch out.

Seriously though… it’s all well and good to look towards a fresh start and a New Year to inspire you to do something great and help your life go in the direction you want it to…

But also, why put off happiness? Why put off satisfaction?

Why put off cleaning your fridge?

Just do it, now…

#1072 Maznik coin

I’ve never been so grateful to find $2.

But it’s all in how it came about. And the tradition that comes with it.

My MIL makes a dish called Maznik, true to the Macedonian culture. It is a pastry with fetta cheese and it is oily, and that is all you really need to know other than it is DEE-LICIOUS.

Oh, and it pairs well with some home-grown fresh garden tomatoes, simply cut up.

The seasonal tradition is that with the coming of the ‘old’ New Year (that of the Orthodox New Year) she makes this Maznik, and somewhere within its circular shape places a $2 coin wrapped in foil.

The coin is meant to represent good luck for the coming year, and if you are the lucky recipient of it, well then a good 2019 year to you.

Tonight after much ado (it’s been in our fridge for a few days, tsk tsk tsk) we took the huge pan out, set it in the middle of the table during dinner, and cut it into 4 pieces. One for each of us, and the 4th for ‘the house.’

Hubbie and I went mad. We were going through our allocated pieces something shocking, from first peering down the ends of the tubular pastry to then not holding back and ripping it apart, pushing down hard to feel something, anything other than fetta cheese. Baby girl sat there patiently, chatting away about how it is so delicious (thinking surely that is why we were tearing it apart) while we went through all 4 pieces in order.

But we couldn’t find the coin.

“Tell your Mum she forgot to put the coin in.”

My hands were greasy, almost dripping from the oil and cheese. I was trying to keep some kind of order within the pan and keep each piece away from each other as we finely dissected it.

“Tato, your Mum didn’t give us the chocolate coin,” baby girl chimed in. She was convinced it was chocolate, and not gold. Ahh, kid life.

I had gone through 3 of the pieces, perhaps 3 times over already. Mine, baby girl’s and the ‘house’s one. I pressed repeatedly on hers again, looking and feeling and pulling apart. I was starting to feel sorry for the pastry… it had looked so beautiful, and now it was reduced to pulled parts.

It would still end up in our bellies though.

I moved on to my piece again. “There is no money in here.” I pushed down hard on the pointy soft end of the Maznik, filled to the brim with cheese. I looked down the tubular crust end. “Honestly where the hell is this?” I kept simultaneously pushing down and pulling the pastry away, until –

“It’s here.” It was a flat tone, but I pulled out the little piece of foil with satisfaction.

Hubbie said a traditional congrats to me, while baby girl went “Ohhhh.”

“It’s okay honey, you’ll still have a good year…” I grinned.

I had gotten lucky. πŸ™‚

I know it was only $2, but that little gold coin represented so much more, and I hoped it would bring abundance, more than any monetary value it held…

We then proceeded to eat the Maznik we had torn to shreds. Nom nom nom.

 

#1065 Parsley

I pulled out the dated, half-wilted, half-somewhat acceptable herb from my fridge.

Hmm. Had it been in there 1 week, or 2? That’s right, it was about New Year’s.

15 days.

A bunch of parsley. I needed a good bunch of it to go with a new tabbouleh recipe I was trying that used quinoa instead of cous cous.

But with what I had, there wasn’t quite enough for a good ‘bunch’ of it…

HOLD ON.

It took me a while to realise it, and habit has it that I always look in my fridge when I need fresh herbs, to see what is leftover from the grocery shop, but –

I suddenly remembered with sheer delight, that I had parsley growing right outside the kitchen window!

It was a small portion that had been slowly growing ever since baby girl brought it home from kinder last year. Lots of plants she brought home from there died quickly, just due to sheer neglect and forgetfulness to do anything vital and life-saving with them.

But when the parsley came home, and being the warmer end-of-year season that it was, I knew this one HAD to be a keeper.

It’s been going steadily, and only today after realising my lack of it, did I realise it was finally at a stage where I could go out, and actually, snip some off.

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Well blimey. I might just be the female Jamie Oliver after all.

And the end result, with store-bought parsley and home-grown one all chopped up together?

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It was DEE-licious.

 

#1052 Holiday at home

Today on the 1st day of January we did…

Nothing.

Not much at all.

Sure, there was some tidying, sweeping.

I lay on the couch… with no plans and no where to go.

But then we had a bbq, and enjoyed ice cream up on our balcony, and I thought…

We have done it. We have our holiday home… at home.

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With a view like that, do I really need to go away?

Why, yes πŸ˜‰ It’s still nice to get away every now and then.

But going to bed at about 5am the night before, meant we were more than content in sharing each other’s company and enjoying what we have…

And, un-materialistically speaking… we have a lot.

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