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I just became a dot com. So, am now reachable at www.grannymels.com
Hooray for us!!
I was going through my hotmail contacts, sending off messages to people to get their postal addresses so I can send them sample packs of my sauces. A few of them bounced back and one of them was my friend Colby who runs Tranquil Soul Massage Therapy. The memories came flooding back to my wedding day. One of the best moments of my day (besides actually marrying my now husband) was the massage I received from Colby. She came all the way to Broken Bay on the Hawksbury River and gave me an hour long massage that could have easily gone forever. She brought her trusty massage table along and set it up in the open air with nothing but peace, serenity, gum trees, the river and a few goannas to keep us company. I was like wobbly jelly and completely relaxed for what was coming up.... my wedding. I encourage everyone (even the blokes) to get a Colby treatment on their big day. She radiates magic!!!
With the coldness of winter (and the comfort foods that come with) behinds us, and the threat of swim suits, sun glasses and saggy bits looming down upon us, the time has come to get back on my bike. it takes me an hour to ride to work, 1 1/2 hours to get home. So far I haven't attempted the double ride and I'm so glad to have my husband either pick me up or drop me off with the bike in the back of the van. On the way home the other day I missed a turn off and ended up in unfamiliar territory, which happened to be the same territory as a nesting magpie. It's one of those unforgettable sounds from childhood. It's the whoosh whoosh of wings and the sharp clack of a beak snatching at the back of your head that, for the briefest of moments, creates a fear that grips your very soul. And then, just as you realise what has happened, it happens again! It always happens again....
Do the people who have makeshift antennae attached to their bike helmets live without the fear of magpies?
This morning was a similar but different kind of experience. I heard the whoosh whoosh and all my senses went a little bit crazy as I ducked my head away from the dreaded beak onslaught. But it wasn't a stealth maggie hot on my heals this time; it was a lycra clad-I'm late for breakfast-type coming up behind me at the speed of sound. Where am I supposed to put my makeshift antennae to ward off these demons of the bike paths?
Tomatoes drying in the sun, cut in half, on a tray covered with fly screen . They go out every morning and come back inside when the sun starts to get low in the sky. Soon they will be little pockets of extreme tomatoey deliciousness. Add some olive oil and dried herbs.... and then cheese and red wine, a few crackers.... you know
My daughters bought me a subscription to The Diggers Club and I always look forward to receiving their catalogues in the mail, even more excited when I receive the packets of heirloom seeds I order. Yesterday there were packets of chilli, cayenne peppers and coriander in the post box! I've been waiting for what seemed like forever but was only a couple of weeks. One of the garden beds was ready to rock'n'roll and the chillies went straight in with a thin blanket of straw on top. These will be the chillies I'll use for next year's sauces.
Every full blown Aussie knows that "dead horse" is slang for tomato sauce right?.....right?
It turns out that I can't call my tomato sauce Dead Horse because it has no horse in it and I can't call my Rainbows with Dolphins on Rollerskates just that, because of the lack of dolphin in the ingredients. Ha! I'm still laughing. But then, if I just call it Rainbow Sweet Sauce, will I have to spend all my time chasing rainbows? Don't get me wrong; sounds like a nice way to spend my days, but I'm way too busy in the garden and the kitchen at the moment to be chasing rainbows. Might have to post an ad "Wanted: Rainbow Chasing Guru, must have connections in high places. You catch 'em, we'll bottle 'em."
Just received my first 2 orders through Pay Pal. So exciting!
The day outside is way too nice to be at the computer so I'm off to potter around in the garden.
I remember as a kid (oh so many years ago) when my Dad had a massive amount of chilli plants in his garden and he offered us 1 cent for every chilli we picked. Well, there were so many chillies that his child labour expenses went up by the truck load. Ha! Pretty sure the final count didn't add up to the final bill but hey, we were all pretty stoked to get his minimal wage of $5 each. I wonder.... is this where my love of chillies began? Love ya Dad.
Always up for a good yarn...