There's something not quite right with this one:
There's something not quite right with this one:
There's something not quite right with this one:
It is a vital issue of grave importance. How do you like your toast done? I have to admit that I do like my bread 'lightly toasted', you know just as a hint of colour but with a toasted crispiness. Husband, on the other hand, does not believe that bread is toasted unless it is... Continue Reading →
For some people, the potato is king; it's there on every single plate of food they eat; 'oh it's so versatile, you can do so much with a potato!" I don't get it. Admittedly, I'm a pasta girl myself but the potato never really did anything for me. After all, it's just so many variations... Continue Reading →
It's something that I've always struggled with. Is what I do enough? Am I enough? There's a perfectionist streak that runs in me that demands great things from me, if not the impossible. Then you've got to add in my paranoid streak and you realise that I'm a rather Joseph-coat kind of person, also known... Continue Reading →
Why is 'easy cook' long grain rice the hardest to cook? And takes the longest? Now, is that Murphy's Law or irony?
Can you say Blueberry Blondie? I can't.
Here's a slightly more photogenic view of Australian Crunch:
It turns out that runcible spoons (AKA cake forks) are also perfect for fish'n'chips; fork prongs to stab the chips with, sharper edge to cut into the batter. Who said that they were just for posh people?!