Dream house

Last night we had friends over for dinner and a few board games.  It was a lovely evening with too much food, lots of laughter and good natured threats of "death to you all" as people lost games.

Prior to everyone arriving I had my normal pre-entertaining panic that we wouldn't have enough food.  Luckily S is quite brilliant at talking me off the ledge and of course we had heaps - we will be eating the leftovers for a week despite the fact that many people had seconds and thirds and the evening went really quite late.

The whole thing reminded me why my dream house will include a dining table to seat at least 12.  In our tiny townhouse we can crowd 6 people around our table, and I mean crowd.  With 6 people it is elbows tucked in and barely space for the salt and pepper shakers.  As a result when we entertain it tends to be fork food, the kind of thing that people can eat sitting on the floor or the couch because if we have more than 4 guests that is what happens.

My dream is a huge table that I can fill with delicious food and surround with our lovely friends - and of course by necessity the gourmet kitchen that will allow me to cook like that will have to go with it.  It will have to have really comfy seats, the kind that lend themselves to long evenings of banter and debate.  And we will eat and laugh and the house will be filled with the warmth of good company and friendship.

For now I settle with making my friends sit on the floor, but one day, hopefully not too far away, I will have that table and a house to fit it in.

What features do you want in your dream house?  Is it a pool, a grand fireplace or just a giant table like me?

ANZAC Pancakes with caramel pears

Today is ANZAC day.  A day that we pause to remember those who sacrificed their lives during the wars that have given us the freedoms we enjoy today.

There are many traditions associated with ANZAC day.  The dawn service - a service of remembrance undertaken in the freezing pre-dawn darkness.  Games of two up - a gambling game played by servicemen during war.  The Essendon v Collingwood football match - carn the bombers!  Being able to turn your heater on without shame in Canberra - and thank god because it was below 0 last night.  And of course ANZAC biscuits.

I've written about ANZAC biscuits before, but this year I didn't make any.  A lovely colleague made a giant batch so I didn't need to.  But I still felt somewhat of a need to have something with those flavours, hence the invention of these pancakes.

The flavour is lovely and very reminiscent of an ANZAC biscuit, however the added oats makes them VERY filling - I could only eat 2, S bravely at his 3 plus my extra one.  It certainly is the perfect hearty breakfast for a cold autumn morning.

Note: you will need to start this recipe the night before to allow the oats time to soak.

ANZAC Pancakes with caramel pears

1 1/3 cups milk
1/3 cup oats
1 egg
2 tablespoons golden syrup
1 tsp bicarb soda
1 cup self raising flour
1/3 cup dessicated coconut
butter for the pan

In a small bowl soak the oats in 1/3 cup milk in the fridge overnight.

Whisk together the remaining milk, the egg and golden syrup.  Stir in the bicarb soda, flour, coconut and soaked oats.

Heat a frying pan over a medium high heat.  Add enough butter to have a light coating over the pan and drop in large spoonfuls of the mixture.  It should make about 6 medium sized pancakes.  Fry the pancakes till golden.  You know when they are ready to turn as bubbles will appear on the top and they go golden around the edges.

Serve hot with the caramel pears.

Caramel Pears
2 pears (I prefer burre bosc)
20g butter
1 tablespoon golden syrup

Peal pears and cut each into 12 slices.

In a small pot melt the butter and golden syrup together until bubbling.  Add the pears, turn the heat to medium low and cook, stiring occasionally to ensure they are well covered in the caramel for about 15 minutes or until soft and cooked through.

Singing

If there is one talent I could have, it would be the ability to sing.  At best I could be described as having a limited range.  More honestly I would probably be described as one of those people who just shouldn't sing.  The only person in the world who thinks I can sing is S.  I think it is a sign that love can not only make you blind, it can make you deaf!

Despite my vocal limitations I do love to sing, but I confine myself to belting it out in the car - with the radio up loud enough that even I can't hear how bad I sound!  The thing is that despite my vocal limitations I have an amazing memory for lyrics.  I was reminded of this today as I drove around the city with the radio on.  I was listening to one of those greatest hits type stations.  I must have been in the car for over 40 minutes but I knew every word to every song.  Imagine if I could actually sing in tune, I would be karaoke champion of the world!

While that is never going to happen, those song sessions in the car do make me very happy and I think I will remain a car singer for the rest of my days!

Can you sing? And where is your preferred place for a little vocal exercise?

Winter warmers

One of the many funny Canberraisims is that you don't turn your heater on till ANZAC day.  The gorgeous mild autumn we have been having has made this fairly easy this year, however in the last week the night time temperatures have started to plunge into the low single digits.  A work colleague down from Queensland told us he was needing to wear thermals!

While my thermals are still safely tucked away in the cupboard we have started piling on extra blankets at night so today I decided that the time has come and switched our summer weight doona over to the thick duck down one.  I made up the bed with crisp, fresh linen and topped it with the swathe of light as air but warm as a cuddle down doona.

I adore our soft, fluffy, warm winter doona.  There is something incredibly comforting about snuggling down into its soft folds on a cold night. It gives off a feeling a security and safety, the kind that can protect you from the terrifying ghost in the scary move we watched last night.

Tonight we are headed out to a great party, but I'm already looking forward to coming home and snuggling in.

Are you a doona or a blanket person?  And have you put your winter bedclothes on yet?

Quince

With each season comes specific tastes.  For me, one of the defining tastes of autumn is quince.  That amazing fruit that with many, many hours of cooking transforms from a hard, bitter white inedible fruit, to a ruby red, soft, fragrant treat.  The best way to cook it that I've found comes from the lovely Heidi over at Apples Under My Bed.  I don't always have enough time to cook it for the required time so one trick I've found is that if I put it on about at about 6pm then turn the oven off when I go to bed (10ish) leaving the pot in the closed oven, the quince is perfect come morning.

The next question is what to do with my bounty.  Mostly I eat it as a treat on top of my morning porridge which takes over from muesli as the weather cools.  But quince is available for such a limited time it seems only appropriate that it should be used for a few extra treats like this upside down cake.  I made it using poached quince instead of pears in this recipe and it proved to be a winning combination.  The spice and the quince work together beautifully, making for what must be the ultimate autumn dessert.

Do you like quince and do you have any other suggestions of how I should be enjoying it this year?

Moving on ... a clock radio story

When I started high school I was given a clock radio.  From then on I was responsible for getting myself up at the correct time (with only the occasional parental nudge) and out the door in time to catch the school bus.

That same clock radio has been waking me up now for over 20 years.  It seems mindboggling to me - 20 years of faithful service.  There is nothing else in my bedroom that has been with me as long, in fact there are very few things in my entire house that have been with me so long or been so reliable.  However over the last few weeks that reliability which I have depended on so dearly has been fading.  Perhalps it felt it was doing me a favour but those surprise sleep ins have not been gratefully recieved, so today I bit the bullet and bought a replacement.

The new clock radio is a funky, compact model which can also act as a charger for my phone.  Fingers crossed it is as reliable as its predecessor but I will be extremely surprised if it is as long lived.

A new shiny resident is now taking pride of place on my bedside table, but somehow I feel a little sad that I am saying goodbye to my old clock radio.  Yes it may be just an alarm clock but it has been with me for so long it will seem very strange not to have it beside my bed anymore.

Do you have anything in your life from your childhood that you still use regularly?

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