I dare you not to get this stuck in your head.
Warm soup belly
Call me a saucy minx, but I have a strategy when it comes to making soup.
Well I have to. Whenever I suggest soup for dinner, the manly half of the relationship kicks up a fuss “soup for dinner?? That’s not going to be enough. I’m a manly man, I need man-food!”
Well maybe not those exact words, but that’s how I hear it.
Well my secret phrase is “I’ll make you something else in a minute”.
By the time he finishes his soup, he’ll have warm soup belly, be all full up, and forget that you were meant to cook them something else.
Of course if you suggest a manly soup the men-folk will be satisfied that their masculinity isn’t compromised.
Last week’s minestrone (recipe from not all tea and scones was very manly. You can’t get more masculine than chunks of steak, and potato.
However after looking through my bare cupboards (I’ll do the food shopping this week I swear), all I could come up with was potato soup. Not even potato with steak, just plain potato.
So I pulled out the whole “I’ll make you something else if you’re still hungry”. Sure enough, after a hearty bowl of soup I had a very content man with warm soup belly.
(of course I’m not the first to discuss manly soup)
The actual soup was really basic. It took what I had in the cupboard, threw it into a pot, and boiled until it all squishy and ready to be blended.
You really could use whatever is on hand, but this is what I used.
The Ingredients
8 potatoes (peeled and cubed)
3 cloves garlic
2 onions
2 carrots (grated)
1 tsp ground coriander
1 tsp cumin
2 cups beef stock
2 cups frozen peas
The Recipe
Brown the onion and garlic in olive oil.
Once brown add the coriander and cumin.
Add the grated carrot and let that soften.
Add the potatoes, the stock, and enough water to just cover it.
Bring to the boil and then leave to simmer until the potatoes fall apart with a fork.
Add the peas and bring back to the boil.
Turn off the heat and leave until it’s cool enough to blend.
Serve with greek yoghurt and cheese.
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The mountain goats @ the bakery
It was a school night. I had a headache (which would last another three days). I understood why the bakery is named the bakery (it was hot).
But in spite of all that I had an awesome night. And bonus points to the bakery for awesome toilets.
It was some awesome pre-show conversation with my sis-in-law (even though the Mr and I aren’t technically married i still think she’s my family).
I quite forgot that Catherine Traicos was playing. I have one of her albums which is pretty hit and miss, but we were really only there for the mountain goats.
And then The Mountain Goats came on.
He is definitely a mad man with a guitar.
If I hadn’t have felt like shit, and if it wasn’t so hot, I could have listened to them chat and play all night.
I would have loved to have seen them play in festival gardens. Comfy couches would have suited them to a T.
I also would have liked to know more of their songs. I though having 4 albums would make me a fan? But apparently not. But it didn’t matter. They sounded exactly as they should.
And that is all that really mattered.
The anecdotes were witty and funny, giving you that sense that they were truly glad to be there.
There’s always that added sense of joy when you hear a band that sounds exactly like they do on their recordings.
That magical voice is just as magical in person.
There were some moments of pure happiness.
And that’s what a band should aim for.
That pure moment when you’re in the audience and you just can’t help but smile. And you can think is how wonderful this music is, where it transports you to, and how you feel while you’re there.
Magic.
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FO – seed stitch cowl
This pretty thing was spotted at In The Pines last Sunday, and last weekend it was finished in picturesque Bridgetown.
Whilst I was checking out Ford House I snapped these pretty pictures.
It’s 100 stiches on 9mm 80cm circular. 2 rows 2×2 rib then seed stitch until its the perfect length. Finished off with another 2 rows of rib.
If I was to do this again I would skip the rib.
It’s knitted using Moda Vera Shiver. It’s a super squishy yarn which is really easy to knit with.
Purdy!!
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Bridgetown adventures with Hipstamatic (and food)
This is a picture heavy post.
Can you tell I’m missing being on holidays??
These are adventures at Ford House (which i thought was a little overrated, but everyone else oohed and aahed over everything. I thought the grounds were really pretty and went to town with hipstamatic).
There’s also the caravan covered in newspaper print that was camped next to us.
And the fish pie from the Cidery. We had a pretty awesome taste of some ciders (they make them all on site), and some handcrafted beers (which were yummy) before a tasting plate and a main meal. Their salmon pate was divine. By the end we were liking it with our fingers.
Really missing camping now.
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Stuck in my head – The Silents
I always have this song in my head.
That riff is so catchy and it has (in my own obviously bias opinion) one of the best guitar solos written.
I think this song is pretty close to perfection. Which is a big call. But it’s my opinion and I’m owning it.
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Bridgetown Adventures (pt 2) Nannup
I love going through photos after a holiday. I can reminisce and think about the good times. But also so close to the event I can remember all the things we said we’d do better next time.
Next camping trip we are not taking as much food.
This will be great as its one less thing for me to plan, but it’s also means spending money on local produce and wasting less food.
I don’t know why we hadn’t thought like this sooner.
And we have another place on the ‘to stay’ list. We did a day trip to Nannup and it was lovely. Full of little churches, interesting craft stores, and a good pub.
In fact the beef and gravy roll was a highlight. It came the day after I had burnt my mouth quite severely on a very hot honey carrot (to the point where it peeled most of the skin off and is now blistering 6 days later), but it just hit the spot I could eat it without too much pain.
Nannup was very pretty and I’d like to spend a little more time there in future.
polka-dots & sparkles 