I don’t get out to the “On Trend” restaurants much these days. It’s all about the clubs with the playgrounds and the occasional suburban restaurant for dinner with girlfriends. And considering I live in Tuggeranong, I rarely get to the other side of town unless it’s for a specific event. But my team wanted to go somewhere nice and trendy for a mini farewell, as I was leaving them to come back to work in Tuggeranong for a couple of months. Yay, blessed Tuggeranong. For the next 3 months, my whole world is within a 20km radius, which is perfect for the warmer weather and my kids. I may not have to leave Tuggeranong at all. But I will. So, one of the younguns booked a table at Penny University for lunch. I drove, seeing that I have the soccer mum 7 seater, and assumed I knew where it was in Kingston, it’s not a big place, afterall. Completely wrong side of Kingston is where I parked. And do you think of any of my passengers decided to tell me this? Nuh. Continue reading
Welcome to my Kitchen for the month of November. I don’t know about you, but I can see, smell and feel Christmas from here. Tis only a Reindeer pellet throw away. I adore Christmas and everything to do with the season. I feel instant cheer when I see Christmas decorations, when I hear Christmas carols, and when I think of the food I’ll make and consume over the festive period. I can’t wait to see all my extended family, and I spend weeks thinking of ways to make it as enjoyable as possible for all my close friends and family, to extend the welcome to my home, to create new traditions and to make as many life long memories as possible for my kids. Quite frankly, stick me a white faux fur trimmed red velvet skirt suit and I’m Mrs Fricken Clause. In my kitchen this month, you may notice a theme.
Buddy, my cheeky little elf after visiting Santa and high fiving him. Progress.
It was Tweenie’s 12th birthday this month, and when asked what kind of cake she wanted, her answer was quick. Chocolate. Chocolate mudcake. The kid loves chocolate anything. If I introduced her to chocolate insects, she’d probably delight in another food group that she could just add chocolate to. She didn’t want a party, she just wanted to go to the Hellenic Club (biggest playground EVA) for dinner and have 3 friends for a sleep over. Bless her, she’s a simple girl, friends and family, those are the two things that make her world go round. That is not a flattering first thing in the morning photo of me, but my girl is too gosh darn gorgeous, I don’t care what I look like. Continue reading
What better view of Canberra’s iconic Black Mountain Tower (or Telstra Tower to us oldies) could there be? I’m standing out the front of the Canberra Southern Cross Club’s reinvention of the Fish n Chip cafe/kiosk at the Yacht Club. And my thoughts on Canberra’s newest Fish and Chippery, Snapper? Fan-fishin-tastic. I don’t know what I like more about the place? The location – watching the yachts and Canberra’s dragon boats gliding across the still, blue waters of Lake Burley Griffin, with the sun shining down, and a warm breeze making the water lap at the edges of the green, green grass?
Chicken nuggets and chips, zooshed up.
If you have small, mid and teen sized children then you’re well aware of the allure, the addiction, the absolute obsession that children of all ages have for the chicken nugget. And if you’re intelligent enough to have read all the Women’s Weekly, Parenting Monthly (?) and Donna Hay magazines, you know just how much crap actually goes into those bite sized morsels of fools gold. I’m sure you guys know how to make chicken nuggets from scratch, but have you experimented with bits of this n that? Continue reading
Welcome to my Kitchen for the month of October. Spring has sprung, the grass is ris, I wonder where the birdies is? My dad says this all the time, throughout the entire 3 months of Spring, every time someone mentions Spring. Is your dad one of those dad’s with the “sayings”. My dad has a lot of sayings, and I find myself repeating these sayings to my kids. The older I get, the more like my dad I get. Much to the dismay of my Significant Other. He’d much rather me be more like my mum; she’s a doer, a list maker, a “get in and get it done” woman. My father is a Gunna. So am I. We’re Gunna Marshalls. We start stuff, with all good intentions and then remember there was something else to do, perhaps something else we started a week ago, that really needed finishing, so we move our attention to the older task. We get stuff done. Eventually.
The good thing about this, is that my mum and SO are very similar. They get shit done. That’s just what they do, they’re doers. So, frankly, they need people like my dad and I, so they have “stuff” to do. Otherwise they’d be bored. Or become crazy cat people. This is our selfie at Floriade.
On our recent trip to Bali we made a few treks to Kuta, for shopping, sight seeing and the food. Having never been to Bali, let alone Kuta, I was a little overwhelmed. If I’m honest, Kuta isn’t somewhere I’d rush back to, if and when we head back to Bali. In saying that though, I think our spur-of-the-moment lunch stop at the Seafood House was pure genius. It was one of those restaurant experiences that you only experience a few times in your lives and it’s one that I’ll always remember. It wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t flash, it didn’t have Indonesians fire dancing, it didn’t have gourmet cuisine. It had damn good Cantonese cooking, and staff who knew what was good and weren’t afraid to say so, and my lovely family to share it all