One of the many things I’ve been doing these past few weeks (in between work and Uni assignments that is) is working on a play dough recipe that can be read and followed by children. I’m not sure which kids enjoy more – playing with play dough, or helping to make it! But during the … Continue reading
I spent the whole time we were travelling to and from Canberra worrying about a few things. One of those things was what I had done to my precious, precious apricot jam. Was it salvagable? Had I made more apricot paste? (I still have a jar of apricot paste from when I overprocessed it last … Continue reading
Technically this post should probably be called DIY Burnt Apricot Jam, because I’m pretty sure that’s what I did. But since I want to focus on the positives, we’ll pretend like it didn’t happen. About two days ago Nick announced that we should head to Canberra this week. We were going to head up at some … Continue reading
Since I discovered that I had a bunch of apricots that desperately needed to be used I decided to use the more bruised ones to make diced dried apricots. (I also plan to bake some oat and apricot biscuits with these during the week – stay tuned!). I started off with this pile of apricots … Continue reading
In keeping with my attempts to make my Christmas hampers this year for as little as possible I recently put a call out on facebook to see if any of my friends had fruit going to waste that they wanted to donate to my jam making quest. One of my friends replied and said she … Continue reading
A few weeks ago I told one of my friends (she of the rhubarb shrub) that we should arrange to have a baking day to get all of our Christmas baking done and out of the way. Fun though baking is, it can get quite tedious when on one’s own. To my surprise she both agreed … Continue reading
One of my friends has a rhubarb plant that she wants to rip out. Her husband planted it quite some time ago, but they almost never use it. It’s taking up about half of one of their raised beds, and she’s worried that her two year old son will, one day, take to chomping on … Continue reading
