Love Is All You Need

My journey, from wine lover to sober and happy...

Drinking alcohol affords a person a temporary escape route from life, a means of adjournment from a humdrum day-to-day existence. When I drank, I never looked further than about 7pm, when I knew the wine would be brought out of the fridge and my routine departure from the real world could begin.

For many people, faith provides a very real comfort from the harsh truths of our existence, and more specifically, our certain mortality.

I am neither religious nor a drinker, and it has become clear to me that here lies a real challenge in life. There is no escape route, no security blanket, no gentle dissipation of the absolute fact that I will, one day, die. And, worse still, that the time I spend on the planet will essentially amount to nothing – the Universe will one day cease to exist, and everything in it will be reduced to…

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Tuna with Cantadou in Wanton Crisp

1 can tuna in olive oil 
2 Tbs plain yogurt
2 Tbs Cantadou cream cheese (  Basilic & Ciboulette)
2  Tbs chives
Pinch of salt and fresh black ground pepper
Dill for garnishing
Wonton sheets
Canola oil spray
Mini cup cake baking tray
Preheat oven 180’C 
Spray mini cup cake baking tray with canola spray
Then pressed in wonton sheet to form a cup spray with canola oil on top then bake until the wonton becomes crisp and light brown color but not burnt.
Rest on wiring tray to cool 
On your food processor, put drained tuna, and all the rest of the ingredients until smooth. Scoop and fill your wonton crisp then garnish with dill tips.
Can be served as an appetizer paired with your favorite white wine.

A home office, a baby, a life

write meg!


Who knew a room could launch you into adulthood?

I spend a strange amount of time not feeling “old enough.” Not old enough to have a house, a car, credit cards, a checkbook. Not being old enough to have a husband and a baby on the way; not old enough to argue with cable companies and insurance representatives, to be grocery shopping independently and gathering tax documents.

Though I don’t obsess about it, I often feel like I’m glancing over my shoulder — waiting for someone else to swoop in and take care of things. Fix the insurance snafus; adjust the thermostat. Be the adult in the room.

It’s scary to realize you’re the adult present. The one throwing the party, taking the phone calls, signing up for health care. It’s all you.

We have a home office. One with built-in cabinetry, outlets for computers, actual computers, a mug with…

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The Educated Eater

Fat Heffalump

Recently I was part of a conversation on Facebook about the concept of fat tax/junk food tax/whatever you want to call it.  The current food being demonised is sugar, and this particular conversation was about a proposed sugar tax in New Zealand, but I’m pretty sure that wherever you are has had something similar in the not too distant past.

A lot of the conversation centred on how taxing any particular food is over-intervention by the government, however it ended up in the territory of possible ways to get people to eat “healthier”.  As always, there’s a faint air of moralisation around even the most well meaning conversation about improving people’s general eating habits – the old binaries of fresh/processed, healthy/unhealthy, junk-fast/”real” are ever present, as though food is somehow either all good or all bad, which no food ever is.  Foods have varying levels of usefulness/nutrition/substance to every person. …

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Why Have Hobbies?

Aunt Beulah

In a recent Peanuts cartoon, when Lucy told Charlie Brown she was thinking of starting some new hobbies, Charlie said, “That’s a good idea, Lucy. The people who get most out of life are those who really try to accomplish something.”

Looking appalled, Lucy replied: “ACCOMPLISH something? I thought we were just supposed to keep busy.”

In the past, I thought like Lucy. Viewing hobbies as busy work to fill my idle moments, I pursued decoupage, macramé, origami, tatting, and yodeling. Each endeavor enjoyed the same success as my wish to be 5’6”.Wreath

My search for a busy-work hobby peaked when I scoured fields and ponds for nuts, pinecones, grasses, and twigs, which I used to make Christmas wreaths. I gave these creations to loved ones, who exclaimed happily and hung them in their snug homes.

I had used liberal amounts of a smelly liquid adhesive to attach my found…

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Hello world!

Good  day!

My daughter told me to have my own blog to showcase the nice things that I’m doing at home especially my home cooking that she loved always.  For now, I really don’t know how to start.  She told me she will help me how to design my own blog, how to maintain and most of all to enjoy sharing my ideas to any one interested but only after this semester ( she’s in her 3rd year as a college student).  

I will be back soon with some photos, have a nice day and GOD bless.