Fish and Chips.
And prawns skewers.
But I’m not one to complain.
A spur of the moment soup
With the leftover tinned tomatoes from the Chicken Parma the other night, a soup was made.
I really hate throwing out food. I am so lucky and grateful to be able to live the style I do, I don’t want to waste the food that I’ve brought.
So into a pan went the tinned tomatoes, some beef stock, and some worcestershire sauce, salt & pepper (for good measure).
That boiled and then simmered for about 10 minutes.
It then became my lunch today.
Simple but I wish I had some cheese to top it off with.
With a spot of lunchtime reading, this Monday might just work out.
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He doesn’t call scrambled eggs an ommelette
My neck is rediculously sore. My best friend is my heat pack.
And so whilst I’m incapacitated, my lovely boyfriend made me scrambled eggs.
And made the plate look all pretty for me. It was meant to be an omelette, but J didn’t quite separate the eggs properly so it became scrambled eggs.
It had cheese, German sausage, and eggs. It probably had more to it but I wasn’t involved in the cooking process.
Thanks baby, it was delicious.
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A trip to Mundaring Weir
A lovely Sunday morning drive to the Mundaring Weir about 40 minutes outside of Perth.
We stopped at a local bakery to pick up a pie, and drove to a little secluded spot in the Mundaring national park.
The scenery is always beautiful, and the weir is looking better for the recent rain we’ve had. We even found a little creek!
After lunch we went for a drive on a couple of 4WD tracks.
There was a couple of challenging parts and a couple of water crossings but we made it through.
I would have liked to have explored the Mundaring markets that were on, but we were late for my nephews first birthday.
My new modcloth skirt was perfect for a birthday, but not so perfect for exploring the bush.
It was a lovely Sunday, and I just hope we can get away further out of the city next weekend.
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Footy at the ingie
The Inglewood Hotel is one of my
locals.
I pretty much know the menu, and I know it’s a good feed.
It’s not always the football result I want (my boys are having a terrible year), but it’s a good vibe and a good experience.
So my best gal and I went to watch the Hawthorn v Port Adelaide game.
A spot of lunch was in order between beers, and instead of individual meals (read I couldn’t decide) we ordered some sausage rolls, three cheese croquettes, and wedges.
I love the ingie’s sausage rolls. Lamb and fennel are a wonderful combination, I do t know why I don’t eat them together more often.
The three cheese croquettes were a little bland. The quince chutney suited it, but it sort of tasted like hash browns whereas I expected it to taste more like grilled haloumi or baked camembert.
Wedges are wedges. They’re a pub staple and the ingie doesn’t get them wrong.
I’d order the sausage rolls again, but not the croquettes, and not the wedges unless there was nothing else available.
And after losing the footy, those sausage rolls with lime aoli were the highlight.
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An impromptu schnitzel
I hate food shopping. I really do.
Shopping overwhelms me.
There are too many decisions, too much noise, and if I go in without a list I immediately forget the three items that I was meant to pick up.
So it’s something I avoid, so when I do go shopping I tend to buy in as much bulk as my small kitchen will allow me to.
All that planning means that I can usually whip something up on those nights when plans fall through.
And so instead of going out for dinner we had an impromptu schnitzel. Well more of a chicken parma but parma purists would be a little horrified by my version.
The (once-frozen)chicken thighs were beaten with a rolling-pin, and then coated in egg and then coated in breadcrumbs. This was the schnitzel part. They were then fried in some oil in a frying pan.
Once the bread crumbs had gone all golden, they went on some absorbent paper (to drain some of that oil), and then onto a baking tray.
On top of the schnitzel went a slice of ham, some grated cheese, and enough tinned tomatoes to just cover the schnitzel. I didn’t want too much tomato stuck to the bottom of the baking tray.
And then to top it off, a line of HP sauce down the centre.
That went into a hot oven for about 10 minutes.
Whilst that was in the oven, I boiled some fresh corn (which once cooked was coated in butter), some carrots, green beans, andbok choy
And this was the end result.
“Next time more chicken”, and “I hope this doesn’t become one of those things that you make once and never make again”.
So smiles all round!
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Friday night is reserved for knitting and mad men
With a couple of stops for beer.
I’m currently knitting a pair of socks out of Moda Vera Noir.
It’s my first pair of socks and it’s probably going to be a pair of three.
The first one didn’t turn out too well – but the second one is coming along better.
Ravelry is awesome. these are basic ribbed socks although for whatever reason, it’s downloaded as Kate’s Training Sock in iBooks.
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this week on high rotation – clap your hands say yeah
clap your hands say yeah – through the skin of my yellow country teeth
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Identity struggles
I’m struggling with my blogging identity.
Music food life. It’s what I write about, not who I am.
I love wordpress, but sometimes I don’t like how that’s the way I’m portrayed to the outside world.
I love commenting on blogs. I love the thought that, just maybe, my comment can brighten some one’s day.
I want to make things brighter. But I feel that commenting as musicfoodlife makes it sound like I’m out to promote myself.
Music food life. It’s an accurate depiction of what I do, but it doesn’t have much scope.
As (I discovered on the train today) I’m becoming the kind of person that can spot a ravelry pattern from 100 paces, I’d like to write more about my adventures in knitting. Or even my adventures in life.
I look at all these blogs around me, with their beautiful photography, their beautiful clothes, their beautiful food. I feel that my iPhone photos don’t quite cut it.
But I have to be true to myself.
I’m never going to live behind a camera, I have to experience things.
I’m struggling to find my purpose.
I guess I’ll keep blogging until I find it.
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The dinner that almost wasn’t
A bowl full of J’s favourite foods;Bacon, hard boiled egg, grated cheese, mushrooms, andonions.
It had to be confiscated as he had planned to eat it all before dinner.
It was only the promise of combining the goodness with other magical foods that allowed it to survive.
The bowl of goodness was part of a greater plan (for world domination?) for dinner.
Potato salad and sausages.
It was a combined potato salad and layer salad, as I was too lazy to do two salads.
So into a bigger bowl went some chopped lettuce, then some boiled potatos and peas, which had cooled.
Then the aforementioned bowl of goodness (Bacon, egg, grated cheese, mushrooms, andonions) and some (storebought – naughty!) caeser salad dressing over the top.
With some cumberland sausages on the side (J’s contribution) it was a good dinner.
And yes that’s a stable table in the background.
polka-dots & sparkles 