My raging Saturday consisted of buying vegetables, visiting my Nana, cooking vegetables, going to see an animated Pixar movie with my parents where I then wept when the imaginary friend got forgotten and then coming home and giving myself a wax. It was so raging. I could have joined the party upstairs but instead I put my ear plugs in and went to bed so that I would be well rested for my early morning spin class. Judging by the number of people who liked my look how raging my life is..not post on Facebook it would suggest I am not alone.Read More
It was one particularly hangry night when my brother, Jack sensed the first signs of danger (they were pretty blatant) and in the fear for his and his girlfriend's safety, shoved a peanut butter and three berry jam sandwich in my face whilst I was driving home. Within three bites I was close to my normal and semi pleasant self again. Slash not really, but at least everyone would get out of the car at our destination in one piece.Read More
Instagram is full of #ANZACbiscuit posts today. For those of you not currently in New Zealand or Australia or for those who live in pineapples under the sea, today is ANZAC day. The day in which we remember those who have served and sacrificed for our country.
I have already posted about ANZAC biscuits and ANZAC biscuit cupcakes so I decided to do something a little different and try out an ANZAC caramel slice.Read More
Finding physical evidence that I ever made this slice in my flat is hard to come by. It seems to disappear as quickly as it comes out of the oven. I hid portions of the first batch I made in the freezer but they were soon discovered and devoured by sugar craving flatmates.Read More
I am of the belief that if the pages of your cookbooks are too clean and pristine then they haven't been used enough. This morning I opened up my immaculate Ripe: A fresh batch by Angela Redfern.Read More