About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Christmas Creations and a Bit of Butter ...

This week, our home has been filled with the smell of baking.

Lovely, sweet treats, oozing sticky sugar, golden syrup, ginger, cinnamon and dried fruit. Gingerbread ornaments now adorn the tree, in the shapes of Christmas bells and reindeer. A gingerbread house has been completed, every inch covered in candy and all things nice. So big is this biscuit dwelling, it practically requires its own mortgage and maintenance in next year's family budget.

Miniature cupcakes, adorned with fluffy, butter-cream icing and yes, more candy, sit on the bench, all ready to be devoured.

And the grand finale of our bake-off - the classic Christmas cake, full to the brim of plump and generously filled alcohol sweet-meats, just begging to be sliced and enjoyed.

So all in all, we have had a lovely week of heralding the Christmas season and warming our hearts with good food and family togetherness.

Of course, with all that baking, is a whole lot of cleaning, ie the kitchen. I am constantly amazed at how far hundreds and thousands can travel. A few delinquent ones have been known to roll as far as the toilet and the bathroom and then wedge themselves into the grouting in defiant stubbornness.

Icing has been scraped off the floor and the cupboard doors. Butter has been smeared over taps and kitchen appliances, and icing sugar, well that flies up in the air like a dust storm when one's child presses the super-fast speed on one's mixer. Basically, white, powdery mess everywhere.

Yes, hours have passed in my kitchen this week, but it is not the cleaning that I will remember in years to come, but the memories of the smells and the experiences shared as a family. For indeed, in cooking, creating and nurturing, we as a family, are forging traditions that will (hopefully) be carried down through the generations.

Happy baking all!

1 comment:

  1. Hi, just found your blog and its lovely. I have 4 babes, would love six but dont think I can do any more pregnancies - too hard for me. I salute you having 6.