Category Archives: Everyday

burned and bruised

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Bushfires ravage the periphery of Sydney and around the state. The weather has been hot, windy and dry. Bad. It’s only October. And it’s getting worse. There’s a cooler southerly change expected that only means the wind will change direction. There are already more than 90 fires burning and 100 homes lost in less than 24 hours. It’s hell on earth for the residents and firefighters.

The G.O. and I are in no danger. But, this is what the we saw from the inner city and south western Sydney late this afternoon. The city may not be burned, but its skies are bruised.

http://www.news.com.au/national-news/nsw-act/hundreds-left-homeless-as-the-gravest-bushfire-emergency-in-a-decade-strikes-nsw/story-fnii5s3x-1226741636446

And in between we garden…

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The G.O. and I are absentee gardeners, and spend a few hours each time we go up to our house on the Mid North Coast of NSW keeping the garden presentable, and for me in particular enjoying the time spent in the sun pruning and weeding. During the recent long weekend we spent there, as well as the foodie country offerings of elladee_words there were modest garden offerings which thrilled us.

We occupied several hours of the weekend on maintenance jobs and gardening what at the moment is a very parched yard as the usually verdant area heads into summer having had not much winter rain. Our garden is dry but there were a couple of gems. The yellow iris rewarded the G.O.’s sprinklings of water by offering up all its blooms the morning we left. Our yellow climbing rose flowered for the first time, pale but triumphant. Our elegant champagne standard rose decided glamorous crimson climber suited it better

“We come from the earth.
We return to the earth.
And in between we garden.”

glory glory to… pizza

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Pizza a al G.O.

Pizza a la G.O.

Actually the words are glory, glory to South Sydney but our beloved Rabbitohs missed out on a grand final spot, losing the NRL football final to the bloody Manly Sea Eagles last night… Vengeance will hopefully be ours when the Sea Eagles get done in the grand final next weekend by the winner of tonight’s final between the Newcastle Knights and Sydney Roosters. Go the Knights.

Back to the pizza… Celi at the thekitchensgarden as a last hurrah for the Home Grown September Challenge suggested Pizza Friday. Every Friday is pizza Friday chez EllaDee and the G.O., and over the course of August evolved from Friday night pizza home delivery to Friday night homemade pizza. It’s been a chapter in the move from supermarket shopping to farmers markets which I’ll espouse in due course over on elladee_words.

Pizza a la EllaDee

Pizza a la EllaDee

The ingredients for our pizza were leftovers from the G.O.’s lunch bits and pieces: provolone, mozzarella, fennel salami and green olives from the markets at The Grounds of Alexandria; bases from Salts Meats Cheese; Swiss Brown mushrooms from Eveleigh Farmers Market; white anchovies in the fridge; and a lucky jar of artichoke tapenade from Fiji Market in the pantry. The homemade sauce was Celi inspired: for the first time ever, I recently turned 2 kgs tomatoes into crockpot tomato sauce with basil, garlic and onions.

The G.O. distracted by the football drama playing out on TV made an artistic rendition of his pizza by leaving the pizza cutter cover on, which we remedied and he simply applied a rustic effect to mine.

When speaking of the champions
One stands above the rest
Of glories old and records proud
When often put to test
Of fine traditions, history
That others cannot best
They wear the RED & GREEN

Glory, Glory to South Sydney
Glory, Glory to South Sydney
Glory, Glory to South Sydney
South Sydney Marches On

the kindness of strangers

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Sydney has just experienced 10 consecutive days of miserable rainy winter weather, and I haven’t been out much. Inspired by a quick walk up to Newtown in between showers yesterday, greeted warmly enroute by our little grey furry buddy Davros, I put together a retrospective of neighbourhood cat photos.

Due to our city, tiny apartment, work centric existence the G.O. and I cannot rationalise completing our household with a cat or dog, as we both have in the past.

To allay this lack we make financial contributions to the local Cat Protection Society and when out walking avail ourselves of local neighbourhood cats happy to offer attention, pats and a top up of fur.

“A neighbour’s cat, sitting on the wall, waiting to be stroked, brightens up an  otherwise miserable walk to work.” Author Unknown

No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch.” Lleo F. Buscaglia

There are also two neighbourhood dogs on our route both of whom we’ve known since pups: Jasper, on George St, a black lab who barks whenever he sees my phone-camera; and Axel, on Flora St, a bull mastiff who requires both hands for a pat. Hence no pics.

If, as I do, you enjoy virtual cats, you might also want to take a look at these blogs:

Ginge Club

Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Rumpydog

thekitchensgarden

Pete Denton – Writer

Kitty Bloger

Seven Legged Express Journey

and the post about how the G.O. and I came to live in this neighbourhood thanks to a ginger cat.

Here there be spiders… somewhere

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Arachnophobes will be happy to know the spiders weren’t evident, only their webs.

We spent the Queen’s Birthday June long weekend at Taylors Arm, industrious by day, tidying, gardening and maintaining our home. We spent the evenings by the wood fire.

The morning sun was warm and illuminated the creations of the industrious nocturnal crafters in their Gardenia tree home adjacent to our front verandah.