Wednesday Pickle Club

I have recently joined a pickle club. Or rather, I was one of the first members at the inaugural meeting of a just-formed pickle club. Our first event was quite a low-key affair. It consisted of the four of us sitting cross-legged in a circle sharing pickling stories, discussing the history of pickling and fermentation…

Like Birkenstocks, but better…

I have practically lived in my beloved Birkenstocks for the past five years. They have delivered me safely up slippery sandstone steps in the Blue Mountains, across spinifex coated tundra in Kakadu, and paced kilometres of pavement in cities around the world. So when they finally died, I was mildly devastated, to say the least….

A letter, of sorts, to my followers

Dear reader, I am sorry it has been a while since I was last in touch; I hope the start of the year has treated you well. I feel like a lot has happened over the last couple of months, so here is a brief update (you will be unsurprised to learn most of it…

Summer nights and a long commute

I recently found myself explaining (again) why I am willing to commute such a long distance every day, so that I can both work in the city and live in the bush. Just to give you some context; if I stop for a coffee on my way to the station in the morning, and with…

Nanette: Comedy to Make You Weep

On Saturday night I went to see my favourite comedian, Hannah Gadsby, at the Sydney Opera House. I was lucky enough to get a ticket to her last performance of ‘Nanette’; a show which coincided with her announcement of impending retirement from comedy. I have been to many of Hannah’s live shows, but I have to…

Documentary: How To Stay Young

Many of my friends will remember when last year I made everyone sit cross-legged on the ground, and then try to get up without using their hands. One’s ability to perform this task, and to balance while doing so, is a surprisingly accurate indication of longevity. I heard about this experiment while watching a BBC…

Favourite Books of January

I really, really, really love architecture. In fact up until a few years ago the plan was to marry an architect. Not only because I wanted a beautiful house, but because I love how architects’ minds work; in colours, shapes, spaces, dimensions and emotions. Given that I have no plans for matrimony anytime soon (re:…

Podcast update: worthwhile listening

I was talking about one of my favourite podcasts to a family friend the other day when I realised I no longer listen to any of the channels I previously recommended on my blog. Given the every-growing number of fantastic podcasts available, I feel it is time for an updated list; one which features some…

Botanical Cuisine: dips and spreads to change your life

My family are reasonably dismissive, in a loving way, of my desire to eat a largely plant-based (ie. vegan) diet. They seem to conveniently forget this, however, when they see me spreading some BC cashew ‘cream cheese’ on my toast, and will happily demolish the entire thing if I don’t surreptitiously sneak it back into…

A Sunburnt Country

I had a request a little while ago to post some pictures of our garden. We live on a five acre property in what most of my city friends would consider the middle of nowhere; the majority of our acreage is bush, complete with small creek and gulley, but the rest has been landscaped by…

Vegan Wine: Happy Wine

I was recently surprised to learn that the majority of alcoholic beverages on the market are not vegan. I suppose I naively thought that wine was just lots of alcohol and fruity things, right? Turns out I was wrong. “Most winemakers choose to clarify and stabilise their wines before they are bottled using a practice…

What’s in my bag? The genuine edition.

I have never liked the types of magazines you typically find in a doctor’s surgery. These days I tend to carry a book in my bag at all times anyway, but every now and then I still find myself caught out. In these instances, while Mum happily flicks through old issues of Donna Hay and…