I cant believe its not ... scrambled egg

This is my favourite scramble, the boy beans' too. If you have a non egg-loving small person ( or big person) this really quick, vegan delight may be something for you.

Tofu scramble
1 block firm organic tofu, mashed with fork.
3 spring onions, sliced
ketchap manis (or soy sauce and some sugar if you have no ketchap manis) to taste
pinch of tumeric

Saute spring onion until lightly golden, add mashed tofu and sauce. Stir until warmed through. Serve with toast. Serves 2-3. 5 min preparation.
What more could you ask? well , some fresh local tofu perhaps?  It's dead simple but a stunner.

mellow yellow

its finally been bottled. Quite a bit of limoncello and a few bottles of creama di limoncello to extract all that vodka-ry goodness from those peels.  Glad we used so many lemons when we had the chance as the heavy rain over the last two weeks has spoiled almost half the crop still left on the tree. Damn shame. But still, couple a good nights here...not very mumsy is it making the grappa? not quite the lovely cardi, the socks or the handy-bits. Just hard core deliciousness. Pass the  beetroot chips would ya?

the boys

had a lovely time at the Royal Ag Show. The small one tickled the piglets and swapped snots, half strangled small, new fluffy avarian creatures  and watched enthralled as enormous cows tumbled out seemingly unending, huge grassy poos, like really, really very totally enthralled. He watched enraptured as huge sows puckered and did the same and cheered them on. We all watched him being supportive and enraptured. Figuring its his new capacity to go to the loo thats bringing out the interest.  He did however also enjoy heaving his small gumbooted self into huge, murky puddles and tramping through acres of spent straw. He ohhed and ahhed as we left at nightfall and the rides lit up. We had a grand, if not rather poo focussed, day.

What a wonderful world

Couldn't have stomached this rabid right wing conservative bloke as our PM. Go Julia, our first female PM. Will her boyfriend move into The Lodge? I hope so. That will give all the wowsers something to choke on.

mooching

Blogging is a really great record of time. I have really missed it over the last 6 months or so but really have not had the energy or the mental space to give any more. I've posted 63 times this year, compared with nearly 400 the year before. This avid daily blogger got blogger burnout! Juggling the pressures of work, the death throes of a PhD and a very dead beat Prof, two Directorships to manage and new businesses to grow and a family to try and spend some time with and negotiate all that two teenagers and a two year old can throw my way...well,  I've been reading blogs but not commenting or able to take any mind space and write on my own. Toss in a big home and garden and travel for work and my time has felt rather thin. I cant even take photos anymore! Thats what I realised tonight when I browsed through my blog and my Flickr account- that I'm so glad I took the time when I had it to journal in both words and pics, the daily passing of our lives. Its been lovely looking and reading over the minutiae of life over the last few years. How very glad I am that I started blogging. Maybe Im feeling the return of some emotional space and strength to start again, life has just been so so full. I'm ready to stop and smell some roses. I want creative time back in my life, hence an attempt to start with some freshness of Spring with a with a new look blog. Anyone remember these? Peanut choc and almond cupcakes with green tea icing. I found them in my archives. They were good. very very good. I've decided to remake them tomorrow (sans silver pans). The kids will love me for it. Here's the recipe if you're up for it.

Haiku Friday

pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!
my heart balloon is bursting.
can't grasp this much love

crema di limoncello

Ever wondered what to do with all the lemon zest from making limoncello? I sure as heck have. All that lovely lemony-ness imbued with vodka- what a waste to toss it! I have had all my leftover zest from making this stuff  for the past years, having blitzed it into a crumb like consistency, stored in my freezer for this very day of enlightment. It has come. Crema di limoncello. Hallelujah.