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Today I am...

Totally unrelated photo

...picking up 20kg of lovingly handmade sausages from here
...buying 20 kilos of assorted pizza cheeses like mozzarella, feta and bocconcini
...collecting kilos of rocket, pumpkin, garlic and mushrooms
...tasting a potential menu for here 
...drafting two blogposts in my head for this lady 
...baking 20 gluten free star biscuits using this recipe
...setting up the outdoor pizza kitchen, painting blackboards and writing menus for this event 
...cleaning the house and cottage in preparation of tonight's arrival of these two gorgeous folk
...crossing my fingers I can get all this done today!

What about you?  What are you up to today?

Crazy, crazy love

I did something silly today.  
I knew I'd regret it. But I just couldn't resist.  I could not stay away. Oh boy.  

In the next village south from us an amazing group of properties has come on to the market.  An old church subdivision.  The church, the presbytery, the convent schoolhouse and some land are all being sold off for the first time ever.  Today I had a look at the church, which is totally fabulous, peeked through the windows of the gorgeous convent school house.  But it's the presbytery that has stolen my heart. 

It's a building I've often admired.  It stands tall, high on the hill, across the road from a riverside playground where I've spent many an hour gazing up at its grand but slightly dilapidated facade, whilst the children played on the swings.  With its grand proportions, numerous rooms, gorgeous staircase and landings, it's a little bit Cloudstreet, a little bit Northanger Abbey. 

It is cold, it's run down, boasts a basic kitchen and a shabby bathroom, yet it's the perfect house for our family to rattle around in.  I can imagine the children running through the hallway, sitting on the landings and hiding in the huge spooky cupboard under stairs. We could spend summer evenings dining with friends on the wide verandahs overlooking the river.We could walk to the pub, the river and to the shops. We could say "more tea vicar?" Oh yes. I'm totally in crazy love. I don't think I will sleep tonight. As all three buildings are so close together, I think it's best to buy all three properties and live in the presbytery, run a business in the church and have friends come stay in the convent.  You can come stay too if you like. 

Of course, it's all total folly as we really don't want to move, nor do we have the money to do so.  And the reality is, the place needs a tonne of work.  And I reckon it would be bloody freezing too.  It's just a dream.  A crazy one. But my goodness it is a wonderful dream though.....

I took 143 photos of it today, here are a few, I edited as much as I could.  If you want to buy it, the link is here. Tell my friend Ian I sent you.  Please invite me over for if you do.  For tea with the vicar.





















Steam punk kitchen...







The kitchen's looking a little steam punk here today with copper pipes, brass fittings and gauges cluttering up the space.  We're on the home stretch now. I think we can light the oven tonight.

Meanwhile, the table is covered with the creative mess of sickly peeps making paper dolls :: pencils, sharpenings, tracing paper and scissors.

It feels truly autumnal today, cold and rainy, with a chill inside caused by the wide open doors to allow the plumbers' lengths of hoses, pipes and lagging to flow out the kitchen.

Hugo is home sick with a cold, but we have the fire on, apple sauce simmering, (from our own apples!) and our tomatoes ripening on the window sill.  A perfect day to light the Rayburn. Yes, all is well here in the steam punk kitchen.

Milestones

It always amazes me how children can change so dramatically within a week. Last week's struggles are overcome without much ado and then it's on to conquer the next.

All year we've been trying to get Hugo to go to preschool. But he didn't want to go. He didn't like it. Didn't want to play with the other children. It was a struggle. And for me, a battle not worth fighting. We put it off until he was ready. Softly softly. An hour or two here, then maybe a whole morning. But not without me staying. He wasn't ready for me to leave him there.

Then this week something changed. Hugo asked to spend the entire day at preschool. To play with his friends. Without me. And he did. "Bye Mum" he said as he ran off to play. Such a surprise. Such a turn around. I left, exciting by this development, but also a little, well um sad.

After school to celebrate we went out for a treat. His first whole day at school. He's growing up. But we won't think about that too much. Today, we'll just savour the delicious ice cream.

Lost

Eight days. Eight days without the interwebs. EIGHT DAYS! Oh how hard it has been. No blogging, no tweeting masterchef, no facebooking. I've felt a bit lost.

Well, it's been quite liberating really. With lovely winter weather, we rugged up, headed outside and hit the garden. It's been grand. Planting roses, weeding and spreading lots of gorgeous compost around. A very busy time.

But I do have loads of posts banked up ready to go, so regular posting shall resume this week. Come back soon.

Stamp of approval

Years ago I used to stamp wrists for living. Now I'm stamping cake boxes and brown paper bags with our very own stamp. I still have the touch.

I'm a little emotional to see our logo in the flesh. Having a stamp makes us official now. And we've banners and a marquee too. Yep it's all systems go at the cupcake factory as we get ready for our first stall at the weekly Tasmanian Farm Gate markets. We'll be there every Sunday. A proper job. Hooray!

Tomorrow I'll post some pics of our baking efforts :: we're working on salted caramel pears and cardamom spiced quinces for our fruity specials. Should be delicious.

Four!

Can you believe it? Can it really be one year since this photo? My little hero, four. Right now, at exactly four, he loves all things Lego. Loves bananas and chocolate cake. Loves his sister and Mabel. Knows everything about cars and wears some very cool pants. And he is so much fun to just hang out with. I love and treasure our days at home together.
We had a lovely party, and invited lots of friends around to celebrate. Balloons, bonfires and monster cupcakes. And for his birthday, a gift inspired (well okay copied) by Amanda, an Adventure Bag filled with cool boy stuff like walkie talkies, a compass, water bottle and a bug catcher. Hugo's all ready to set off on the adventure of being four.

Happy Birthday to our darling Hugo! We love you so very, very much. Hooray!

He used to be small...


...but now he's tall...
and four next week. Crikey!

Not if, but when...

It's a not a matter of if, but when. That's the advice given to me on possums eating my fruit trees. We built a a fairly make-shift fence, but as predicted, last night the orchard was apparently the scene of the latest pop up restaurant for possums.

Today I had to pick what's left, they're not quite ripe (so I think there may be a few possums with a sore tum today.) They didn't touch the big sour bramleys, but they did love the sweet ones like geeveston fanny and cox's pippin.
I'm still pretty happy with this harvest though. Not bad for the first effort of my three year old trees. I'll cook these up for apple sauce to bottle in gorgeous new jars I ordered, due any day now. (I can't wait to show you!)

At least in jars I reckon the apples should be possum proof.



P.S. If you want to get your hands on some lovely heirloom apple trees - head over to Woodbridge Fruit Trees pronto.

Must love strawberries

Lots of people have told me that beagles love food. Well, um, Mabel loves strawberries. I found her today actually chomping on them in the strawberry patch. Racing Hugo to find the ripe ones. I can say that she's fitting in very well with this family.

A plum job


It is with a mixed sense of pride, relief and fear that I find this view on the kitchen table.

Pride for the several varieties of tomatoes from the garden :: from sweet tiny broad ripple currants to large juicy mortgage lifters, there they sit, patiently waiting to be made into sauce, dried or eaten just as they are, sliced onto toasted sourdough. There's still a lot left in the garden too, and after last year's sad effort, I'm so pleased to have something to tuck away for the winter. We're okay for sauce.

Relief that I scored the motherload of plums. Zeiglers, damsons and sloes. Enough stone fruit to make preserves, jam and gin after a pretty average season here Tasmania. The damsons are still on the branches, pruned from the tree and straight into the groaning basket. We're okay for jam.

And here's where the fear comes in. Fear of the overwhelming task of ahead me. To get this lot cooked, pureed, bottled or dried and packed away before it ends up on the compost heap. However, with my schmick new toy, it should be a little easier. Not sure quite what I'm doing here, snoring puppy on my lap!

Yes, this plum job will keep me busy for a while. Might put the kettle on before I get started. We're okay for procrastination.

Meet Mabel

Our 8 week old beagle puppy.
Only arriving on Saturday, she's already stolen our hearts.
We have no idea what we're doing when it comes to dogs. But we do know that we love her. And that must be the best place to start.