- New York Cheesecake
- Anzac Biscuits
- Cinnamon Teacake
- Flourless Orange Cake
- Danish Pastries
- Sekerpare (Turkish Syrup Cookies)
- Lemon Tart
- Apple Slice
- Fruit Flan
- Merle’s Peach Blossom Cake
- Maids of Honour
- Cherry Cake
- Chocolate Chip Cookies
- Nigella’s Vanilla Bundt cake (first time was a disaster)
- Ninjabread Men!
- Crusty Bread
- Apple Crumble
Here is the result of an interesting afternoon’s (and evening’s) hard work: two cups of cumquat jam (or marmalade).
After cutting the tiny oranges into slivers and painstakingly saving all the slippery little pips and soaking them separately in water overnight, it took all afternoon to end up a very small quantity of beautiful, tangy, orangey goodness. My afternoon’s adventures included:
- buying jars (I only had one)
- forgetting to buy sugar (cobbled together enough from several containers on the baking shelf)
- squeezing lemon juice into a bowl only to drop the juicer and smash the bowl
- sweeping up broken crockery
- braving the gale force winds to go to the supermarket to buy another lemon
- dropping the jam-testing plate as I opened the freezer
- sweeping up broken crockery
- spilling hot, sticky jam everywhere while trying pour jam from a massive new ladle into a very small jar
- washing jam off my arms and face
- waiting an hour to clean up the jammy kitchen because for some reason the tap was spouting rusty water all of a sudden
What I learnt:
2 cups of fruit makes two cups of jam.
Dark green skins turn an ugly shade of brown when you add the sugar, so only use orange cumquats.
That little gourmet jar of conserve you bought at the deli is worth every cent, because making it is such hard work, especially those pesky pips.
Cumquat jam tastes lovely.
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I love the smell of:
- grated lemon peel
- rain on hot concrete
- brand new books
- cotton sheets dried in the sun
- freshly brewed tea
- sea breezes through the city
- Pears soap
- not-quite-burnt toast
- Adventure Island
- Gilligan’s Island
- Lost in Space
- The Jetsons
- My Three Sons
- Patty Duke
- Family Affair
- Off the Dish
- The Partridge Family
- factory worker (making huge nanna knickers!)
- media monitor
- sales rep
- video editor
- secretary/personal assistant
- tour guide
- duty manager
- wedding coordinator
- cafe/shop manager
- team leader
- customer service officer
- film location liaison
- Albert Park
- East St Kilda
- Port Melbourne
- Forest Hill
Apart from a short stint in Sydney for work 20 years ago, I have always lived in Melbourne. Every suburb has a story, but, for here, some highlights:
- Prettiest: Albert Park. Every morning I delighted in the changing colours and mood of Port Philip Bay as I walked to the No. 1 tram.
- Worst: Albert Park. Share house from hell. (Abbotsford and Prahran made the short-list for the same reason)
- Lived alone in: East St Kilda, Elsternwick, Port Melbourne, Thornbury…13 years all together. See No. 2!
- Grew up in: Glenroy, Northcote before that.
- Best: Prahran, Forest Hill. I loved Prahran. I was unemployed for 3 years, but I had some of the best times there. I walked everywhere: the Prahran market (where I bought and cooked beautiful fresh food every day), the Astor Cinema, Chapel Street, St Kilda beach. I miss the inner city terribly now.
A brand new year. Usually the thought of the whole span of 365 days sitting unwritten in front of me in my new diary and calendar fills me with a mixture of panic and fear, not knowing what is ahead. Loss? Sickness? Huge changes to work or home or relationships?
But yesterday was just one day and it wasn’t a bad day, and tomorrow, God willing, there will be another day for me to live. As for today, I just lived it without really thinking too much. I slept late, did some housework and tried a new recipe for pancakes.
So, perhaps that’s my one resolution for this year: just live in bite-sized pieces. Day by day.
I found this sweetie on e-bay a few weeks ago, just in time for my birthday. I learnt to cook from my mum’s copy of this little book and used to spend ages poring over the pictures and recipes. I’m going to enjoy baking some tastes from the past.
Update: Mum says she got this little book in 1955 or 1956 when her home economics class went on a school excursion to the flour mill’s kitchen.