It’s official

the necessity (cleaning) has shifted to nesting. Tonight I dusted. Wet dusted even. The sideboard and the top of the piano and all the photo frames. All of them. They’re all back up, after I collapsed them all down into piles in the darkness of my last depression and the crap and dust and disorganisation was too much. That and I vacuumed, slightly rearranged the living room and have done three loads of washing.
You should see my cankles today!
What to do when it’s raining and cold? Make and bake.

Passionfruit butter
4 egg yolks
200g caster sugar
200g butter
grated rind of one lemon
juice from 10 passionfruit
pulp and juice from 1 passionfruit
– put the pulp of the 10 passionfruit into a sieve and push out the juice (I used a muddling stick and it worked a treat)
– melt the butter in a double saucepan
– mix the yolks, sugar, rind and juice together
– pour into the butter, add the last passionfruit (seeds and all) stir constantly for about 20 minutes or until thickened
– makes about 500ml.

3 cups SR flour
pinch of salt
90g butter
1 cup milk
– rub the butter through the flour
– fold in the milk with a palate knife
– tip onto the kitchen bench and knead lightly and quickly for it to come together
– pat out to a 15cm disc
– back in a hot oven for 10 minutes, turn heat down to moderate and bake for a further 15-2o minutes
– serve with passionfruit butter or lashings of butter and golden syrup.
(that’s the passionfruit butter in the background)
Today I was over at Blackbird’s place and my curiosity finally got the better of me re the Rooster and Cockroll picture/link so I ended up at Schmutzie’s, which then lead me to Sweet | Salty and my heart has been breaking ever since.
Scenes from today

Out the kitchen window
The boy? Decided today was a day to eat. As opposed to most days when a couple of dry cruskits and bottles of milk cut it.
Granted, in this photo he doesn’t look that impressed with his raisins, but really, he ate. For dinner? T.h.r.e.e. serves of lasagne.

The passionfruit were exquisite:
It was just me and this glorious little ray of destructive sunshine today:

OK, it’s not from today, but this photo? this photo was taken on Saturday and I just love it:


While the boy name stands as in my previous post, the girls name has had a last minute change.

She will be Matilda Sage, or indeed Sage Matilda, depending on what she tells us when she comes out. This is quite momentous considering the girls name has been Matilda Elizabeth since we were pregnant with Oscar a whopping 10 years ago.

But seriously people, I wish I’d run a book on whether it’s a boy or a girl as I reckon there was a substantial amount of money to be made.

It’s raining to day, my favourite weather of all time. I’m at home with Jasper just hanging out. I feel like I want to go out but as my previous post alludes to, and Major Bedhead’s comment confirms, I know once I’m out I’ll be yearning to be home. Once I’m walking around I’ll be desperate to lie down and so on and so forth.

I might do some baking instead.

Delicious moments in time

Yesterday Chef, Jasper and I went to my (our) favourite cafe in Sydney – Dank Street Depot. It’s on the other side of the city, so we very rarely get there – as in, this was I think only the third, maybe fourth time we’ve got there.

I had the most perfect poached eggs on a bacon hash, which is a signature dish of the cafe, featuring diving chunks of bacon with floury potatoes fried together.

I ordered a round of toast as well, hoping Jasper would start eating again. Seriously, he’s cheaper than a pet at the moment, eating pretty much cruskits and milk. Weird. Particularly in our family. He did love the bread and got really cross at me when I tried to cut off the crusts. Maybe more teeth on the way.

Anyway, I ate most of the toast as well as the jams they served with them were a meal in themselves. Decadent peach jam with big wedges of peach that mooshed beautifully on spreading, stunning rhubarb jam, just tart enough, and a thoroughly decadent strawberry jam to finish the trilogy.

I also had a bowl of hot chocolate, as the Depot? It does propert hot chocolate, as in, chocolate with hot milk. Stunning.

From there we headed across the road to Fratelli Fresh, this wonderful outlet with the freshest produce possible – and quite reasonably priced. Jasper was obviously happy as not only had he eaten some toast, tried my bacon hash, had some hot chocolate, he ate a few pieces of pineapple to boot. Me thinks we have one of those kids that just eats every couple of days and otherwise just keeps on keeping on.

Then, it was out to Ikea. The amount of money I could spend at Ikea is obscene. I found a new lounge that I just loved and had to really pep talk myself out of just sitting on it to look for the one thing we had agreed we were only going to purchase – a new clock – a big one, with big numbers and a silver frame to go in the kitchen. We did relent and bought new doona covers for the boys – at a whopping $29 each (talk about a bargain) as really, at 9 and 7 it just seems cruel putting them to bed under Bob the Builder ones.

Then home.

That, my friends is called a wonderful wonderful day.