Archive for July, 2011


July 30, 2011

Today I made Soup. “You mean, ‘soup’”, you say.  No.  I mean Soup.

I am not a fan of soup.  I really don’t get it.  My MIL loves soup.  Oh, I am sure she would deny it.  I am sure she doesn’t even notice.  However, she has a vast repertoire of soups, most without names, and throughout winter at least, lunch and dinner are punctuated between Grace and Main with soup.  Sometimes you even have a choice.

It isn’t that I actively don’t like soup.  (I also like my MIL!)  I just don’t get it.  It really doesn’t do anything for me.

But Soup is different entirely.

Today I made Soup.

My parents used to make Soup.  It was a wonderful weekend food (and aroma) in our home during winter.

It would start the week before.  Mum would boil a chicken.  I never liked the smell of a chicken being boiled, but my heart would start to beat a little faster whenever it happened.  To this day I get a little overly excited at the smell of boiling chicken.  A bit like Pavlov’s Dog, methinks.

A boiling chicken meant two things.

Firstly, we would be getting yummy chicken sandwiches for lunch at school this week.

Secondly, one of the large old peanut jars would soon be sitting in the fridge, filled with hot yellow liquid which would magically divide into golden, gelatinous goop and a hard white layer (later skimmed off).

And what did a jar of stock in the fridge mean?  Next weekend we would be having Soup.

Come Saturday morning, Dad would peel and dice the veges – parsnip, swede, turnip, potato, carrot, celery and onion.  He would chop up the celery leaves (oh, they smell so good!).  He would lightly fry off the onion and then all the goodies would go into the stock pot with a couple of handfuls of barley.  (If we were really lucky, sometimes he would toss in alphabet noodles for a treat.  Can you get alphabet noodles anymore?)  The stock pot would slowly simmer and the aroma would infuse the house.

Aaaah.  The smell of home in winter.

The first serving was Saturday lunch.  By the small bowl served at the start of dinner on Saturday night, the flavour was more developed.  On Sunday, it was served with bread.  And on Sunday night, it was thick and stewy as we finished it off.  Unless of course, we had eaten too much already and it needed to be drastically watered down to go the distance.

As a child, I was sick of Soup by Sunday.  (By then I would even have referred to it merely as ‘soup’).  And sadly, although I loved this Soup, I took it for granted.

As an adult it has an almost spiritual aura about it.  The smells evoke the memories of a happy home, a warmth that was not just from the stock pot, a gathering of family.  I lean over the pot to test the balance of flavours and I think of my brothers and sisters.  I wonder with love what they are doing at that moment.  I remember sharing this with them.  The steam feels like a big hug.

I am delighted today.  My husband and all my children – even the baby just starting “solids” enjoyed Soup.  Hopefully, one day, they will also lean over a pot on bubbling vegetables and think of their loved ones.

I am happy, for today I made Soup.


Friendship bracelet swap

July 30, 2011


I am subscribed to this blog.  How could I not be swept up in Tiffany’s excitement – not to mention all those beautiful colours and a little bit of kitsch.  (I am completely partial to pretty colours and kitsch!)

So I signed up!  Besides, they say all those crafts like knitting etc help stave off dementia, so really it is just a health exercise 😉

Here are the links to the blogs that are hosting the swap:

The Modern Marigold and Ruffled Sunshine




Well it just got even more exciting.  I got my Swap Partners emails today!  Wee!!  I can’t wait to get knotted.



What my Child is Reading – 30 July

July 30, 2011


Possum is 5 years 2 months

Bandicoot is 3 years

Little Princess is 7 months

110730 Octonauts and the Only Lonely Sea Monsters

Not surprised, are you?

And even more popular is, The Octonauts and the Whale Shark.  Once I locate the book I will be able to give you a picture.  In the meantime, here is a link:  (This book keeps getting hidden after Possum had the audacity to take it to school for Show and Tell this week.)

You should have heard the excitement when the Parcel-Man delivered these two packages this week.  Actually, maybe you did!  Little do they know that there is another one en route…

And these two are constant companions:

110626 Devotions 110626 Classic Stories


Embrace the Camera – July

July 30, 2011


Have you seen this?


Isn’t it a great idea?


Well here is my first edition.

Possum is 5 years and 2 months

Bandicoot is 3 years

Little Princess is 7 months

110730 giraffe

We went to the zoo this week with some friends and we all got to feed the giraffes (just in case you thought that we had a pet giraffe!)

I love that my daughter and I look like we are related – same fat cheeks, same double chins… If they look so gorgeous on her, why can’t they look gorgeous on me, too, right?

Craft School…

July 25, 2011


Possum is 5 years and 2 months

Bandicoot is 3 years

Little Princess is 6 months


Homeschool is taking a new turn this week.  We have been working away on alphabet based studies and activities but I think we have reached burn out on them at the moment.  What is the point of preschool if it is no fun?

So, after much grumbling about “R is for Rainbow” (I was trying to wish away a week of heavy rain), I had a rethink.

Our life is steeped in Octonauts at the moment.  The boys love anything undersea (what a good thing we took a yearly membership to the Aquarium!)  So, I decided, how about a bit of undersea fun?

I had planned to make some undersea creatures, and to make a back drop using multiple painting methods on a sheet of cardboard.  Really, what is more fun than that?  Well, it appears, running around the craft supply shop purchasing lots of items once they catch wind of what Mummy is up to!

That was one awfully expensive sheet of cardboard!

The boys are completely inspired, ‘though, and I was impressed with some of the ideas that they had.  (I even got a couple of ideas to put in my “craft for playgroup” folder.)

And, as for my now 5yo who has very little interest in fine motor activities at preschool – well he has had a blast today using a hot-glue gun (Mummy hovering and trying not to freak out) to make a pom-pom stingray.