Thursday, 31 March 2011

A Country Mile

This young man is better known for his academic ability than his sporting prowess.

He has seen enough sporting broadcasts however, to realise the long-term benefits of
pre-race stretching.

First right ... then left.

In anticipation of the 2011 Year 2-3 Cross Country Race.
All 2 gruelling kilometres of it.

Never in the running for the blue or red ribbons,
with two of our younger students setting the pace early
and crossing the finish line seconds ahead of this pair.

Who fought the fight for third place.

With Wal narrowly taking the lead on the down hill stretch of second lap...

Only to have our good friend Heath charge away on the uphill oval run.

Leaving my boy to run on alone.

Until they rounded the bend

with a hundred metres to go to the finish line

where Wal found his second wind

narrowly avoiding a mislaid football

and leaving his little mate behind.

Aah, the sweet taste of third place.

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Look What We've Got

Eight new little play-things.

In the shape of piglets.

Our younger sow Socks surprised us with these little squealers
yesterday morning.

I haven't seen the kids since.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Broken or Smokin'

I waved my washing machine goodbye last Monday morning, as it hitched a ride to town in the back of the ute.  It's still away.  The space it left in the laundry is now brimming with seven days worth of six people's dirty clothes. 

My oven and cooktop have also had enough. A new gas stove sits in the shed ready to be installed.  Not exactly my dream oven, the specs given were 'the cheapest you've got thanks'.  With contractors all but totally unprocurable in these parts, we are about to remove the electric oven ourselves.  I'll be the one in rubber soles with a prayer book in my back pocket.  I'm sure I can google some instructions.

Meanwhile the wood-powered smoker is working a treat.
If like me, your first thought was that this contraption may indeed be a mailbox,

this image may have you wondering what the heck kind of mail is in there

We now have a cold room stocked with hams and bacon.

Monday, 28 March 2011

It's Black & White Really

It may not be the Ritz,

but our old local hall
was the scene of some black & white glamour this past weekend.

As a forerunner to the local Show the 'Show Ball'
sees the community gather together for a night of revelry.

These swanky groovers were there.

This long haired beauty still not well after a bout of flu earlier in the week.
She's home again today.
(And yes, the recent ear-piercing has not gone well,
one very sore lobe).

This little big girl, or big little girl,
danced the night away.
And was winner of a large jar of lollies in the 'lolly toss'.
Found herself with a lot of close friends.

Sal and her band of followers spent most of the evening racing up the length of the hall,
then sliding dramatically amongst the legs of those trying to dance.
No amount of parental direction had any affect.

And this handsome devil started the night well,
even leading his oldest sister around the dance floor
during the 'lucky spot'.
By the end of the evening,
tie, boots and socks were all gone.

Dad and I manned the bar and kitchen respectively.
Balls aren't so much fun when most of the evening is spent with your head in an oven.
On the other hand, at least it may have settled that boofy hair!

Friday, 25 March 2011

Now That's a Steak

Matthew is often charged with the responsibility of buying steers for a local butcher.
After buying a particularly appealing soft black steer a couple of weeks back,
he casually mentioned to the butcher how he'd love to taste a T-Bone off him.

After a phone call from the butcher today to call in on his way past,
these beauties were on Friday night's menu
(for those not on a wonder diet).

Thursday, 24 March 2011

And it Helps you See in the Dark

If I had to choose but one cake as my morning tea of choice it would be this one...

Carrot Cake,
and not necessarily with cream cheese frosting, butter icing will do.  Coupled with a mid-morning coffee, something I have been dreaming of since these 'wonder dieting days' commenced.

As the cake used as our wedding cake, it seems I have made an extraordinary amount of these cakes for every local hoedown, froghop, morning tea, afternoon tea and school meeting since.

Last year, one such cake donated for a Pink Ribbon Fundraising morning tea fetched fifty dollars at auction.  Fortunately I wasn't in attendance for that taste-testing.  There's potential for a fair amount of disappointment in a fifty dollar cake.

And for anybody interested, here's how it's done.

Combine 1 cup of sugar, 2/3 cup of vegetable oil, 3 eggs and a teaspoon of vanilla.

When light and fluffy, add 1 and 1/3 cups of SR Flour, 1 teaspoon of bicarb soda, 1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon, half a teaspoon of ground nutmeg and half a teaspoon of ground ginger (sifted ... if it takes your fancy on the given day).

Then add 2 cups of grated carrot (2 large carrots) and about 2/3 cup of roughly chopped walnuts, more or less depending on your partiality for nuts.

I then cook mine about fifty minutes in a square tin.

Or a round tin.  Your choice.
I find square cakes so much easier for slicing purposes. 
Besides, it's hip to be square.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Gone Fishin'

Yesterday morning as we enjoyed a leisurely weekend breakfast, the calm was disrupted by a phonecall from our neighbour.
Declaring it too wet to work, he would be here in five minutes to collect anybody interested in casting a lure at a fishing spot not too far up the road.
I've never seen two boys (including one man) move faster.  Boys pulling on jeans, finding socks, men filling water bottles, gathering rods, reels, tackleboxes, and all waiting on the verandah with time to spare as neighbour's ute pulled up at the gate.
Which left one distraught little girl who didn't think it fair that we should have to go into the hall to start decorating for next week's show ball, while 'they got to go fishing'.

And while Mum ate Sesame Stir-fried Chicken for dinner, everybody else enjoyed

home-cooked fish and chips.

Friday, 18 March 2011

Choc Caramel Brownies...

...don't feature in my 21 Day Wonder Diet.

Sliding my thumb along the long carving knife having cut them into squares to be refrigerated, about to taste the gooey mix of chocolate and caramel, I nicked my thumb.

I took it as a sign from the universe.

While the other five-sixths of my team enjoy brownies for afternoon tea, there's a passionfruit in the fruit bowl with my name on it.


Thursday, 17 March 2011

The Sisterhood

She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child. ~Barbara Alpert

Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there. Defending you against all comers. ~Pam Brown

There is no better friend than a sister. And there is no better sister than you. ~Author Unknown

It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on! ~Author Unknown

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us? ~Pam Brown

More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good. ~Linda Sunshine

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply... ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, 1814

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

In Training

It's nearly time.

For our annual school Cross Country event.
So training is in full swing.

The trick is ...

to pace yourself.

Monday, 14 March 2011

Funky Friday

Before jetting off to Brisbane Friday morning, needing to be left the house half an hour earlier than normal to meet the plane, there were animals to feed, bags to pack for big girls having a sleep-over, a bag to pack for me, as well as preparing the troops for Funky Hair Day!

Knobbly bobbles,



and Hairy Maclairy.

{PS.  As my main blog critic has informed me my blog is becoming rather self-absorbed, I will not mention my diet, but instead quietly point to the above tab titled '21 Days'}.
[Never to be mentioned again].


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