Meg's Been Baking

Meg baked a three layer sponge cake for a dinner party dessert in Tba tonight. It looks magnificent.

The hard part was trying to keep Harry away from it!!

The Great Woodlawn Bakeoff

Well it wasn't really a bake-off; there was just lots of baking/cooking. Meg is an enthusiastic cook - much more enthusiastic than her mother. Gibbo thought it was all pretty fantastic to have all this delicious food in the house.

In no particular order, here's some pics of what we made - quiche, pork and prawn wontons, butter chicken, choc chip cookies, pancakes and chicken, leek and mushroom pie.

We first made these at the Thai Cooking School. G loved them!

Butter Chicken. We had this for tea on Saturday night and Meg took the leftovers back to T with her to freeze into lunch sized packs. Gibbo was disappointed.

Pancakes for Sunday morning breakfast with butter and raw honey and cappucinos.

Choc chip cookies.

Chicken Leek Mushroom and Bacon pie.

What a Sunday lunch! A big chunk of pie with a garden salad. Delicious.

I'm feeling a little inspired by Meg's enthusiasm. I hope it lasts more than a week. Gibbo does too!

Meg's Macarons

Meg taught a macaron baking class today at the local cafe in our nearby little town. She was cool and calm and it went off without a hitch. I was very proud of her.

Aged egg whites.

After the class was over I ducked home and picked up Drew; the three of us had lunch at the cafe (G was off playing cricket). The ladies gave Meg a voucher for doing the class so it was her shout!

Afterwards, we drove to the fairly new community centre and visited the art gallery. Then we checked out the community garden (SPinach!), then sat for 20 minutes on a big log and talked and laughed together.

When we got home, Drew and I took Meg on a tour of the latest developments - the wood/compost bays and the vege garden. Poofy bit his tonge when Coco ran into him. There was blood.Then Meg left to go back to Twba and Drew left to go to work at the pub in D. He's had a trying time at work the last two nights, witnessing fights and being abused for refusing service to overly drunk customers; working in a bar he's at the coalface of the local drinking scene and sees, first hand and confrontingly, the changes that alcohol brings to normally decent and reasonable and likeable people.

After they had both gone I went for a walk around the perimeter of the farm; up the laneway to check the water, across the back and down the other boundary. It was warm when I left but cooled down as twilight descended.

Cricket was successful although The Warrior is walking like an old man tonight.

Road Trip

I can't remember if I've mentioned that we're off on a road trip on Friday. We're heading for Queanbeyan and the National Wyandotte Show. We leave at 3am Friday (G's birthday). Yesterday I did a bit of cooking for the trip, just to keep us going. It's a long way and we'll have 9 chooks on board.

Mini quiches.

Apple and cinnamon muffins; a better recipe this time with more apple and a crunchy topping.

P&H Soup

For someone who professes to not have a great interest in food (if you don't eat, you die) I seem to be posting a lot of food pictures and tales lately. Today is no different. The misty day called for pea and ham soup. I didn't go with the recipe I've used previously (Gourmet Traveller); I googled and found a new one - by Margaret Fulton. I figured it had to be good......and it sure was.