Oh the places we’ll go… #FordThinking

Oh the places we’ll go… #FordThinking

Those who follow me on Instagram would know that a few months ago I was voted as one of Kidspot’s Voices of 2015 Top 3 online creatives in the Food & Travel category. What an overwhelming surprise it was! I’ve been really grateful for it and what it has encouraged me to do. For some time now, I have been wanting to get back into doing my own writing, but always seemed to put it off. This chance to blog for Kidspot was the perfect push I needed to get me started. As part of the Top 3 I was also given this opportunity – to test drive and blog about one of Ford’s newest vehicles (I’ve been zooming around town in the Everest!). Last week we drove to Bulli, just about an hour from Sydney (read more about it here). This week we decided to take the Everest south-west to the Snowy Mountains (Lake Crackenback to be exact). Yep, a much longer drive but we were up for the challenge. I read that the Everest was equipped to ‘tackle any terrain’ so with our 3 kids, 1 infant and 6 hours of road – no doubt, it was going to be a challenging terrain. Still we were up for it and we prepared as best we could. I packed each kid their own snacks. They took some writing, drawing pads and pencils and of course we could not go without our much needed tablets (not the Panadol type, even though that too became a necessity, but more so the smart tech type!). I love that the Everest has the two USB ports and Auxiliary Power Points (in the front,...
What childhood memories are made of

What childhood memories are made of

Unearthing memories from long ago I find dollops of family, friends, school, playfulness, off the wall laughing and sometimes crying. There were mostly good times, which were of course, like anybody else, trumped at times with a sprinkling of sad moments. From time to time I remember specific events but truthfully, the older I get the harder I find I need to dig into that memory bank. Not surprisingly, what I do recall easily are so many memories of food. My childhood was full of food. Lots of food. I’m guessing this may have something to do with my Mother whose philosophy was ‘if you have a meal and I wasn’t around to see it, did you really eat?’ Even now, the first thing she’ll ask my kids is ‘have you eaten?’ And of course she’ll insist that they have something regardless of their response. My Mother also had quite a sweet tooth, which I’ve definitely inherited from her. We always had Turkish delights lying around which she would squish and sandwich between two milk coffee or arrowroot biscuits. And then there were the bowls of sweet and creamy rice pudding, the dish that now holds a special place in my heart. Thinking about these I feel a great sense of comfort. In my moments of nostalgia I tell my kids about my past ‘foodie’ thoughts and experiences. I wasn’t much into cooking back then but I was always a sucker for good food. One time I told my girls about how I wished I could ‘download’ food from my TV, during my favourite ads! ‘Omg, Mum! Where did you even get your ideas?’...
“Yesterday I climbed a mountain…”

“Yesterday I climbed a mountain…”

It’s been too long since we’ve just picked up and gone for a drive out of Sydney. Not because we haven’t wanted to but more so because it’s just been difficult to. I spent most of 2014 pregnant (well 9 months + 11 days to be exact…it really did feel like a whole year). The last time I had been pregnant was eight years prior, so it really felt like my first time all over again, except ten times worse. I was constantly tired and sleepy. There was the persistent heartburn, the nausea, the ‘morning’ sickness that lasted all day long and a crazy, unnatural obsession with all things oranges! On top of that I spent the whole time asking myself the same questions over and over… Was I crazy? What had I done? Did I make the right decision? Did I really want to go back to nappy changing and sleepless nights!? Baby is now 8 months old and yep even though I was reminded very quickly that the nappy changing, sleepless nights and now teething are not fun at all, I’ve tried not to let it get me down. And really I can’t deny, everything else about having him around has been such a joy … a very busy, ‘controlled chaos’ kind of joy! How could his cuteness overload not be? So, anyway, up until now, a road trip, even a short one has not been on our raider. Having the opportunity to test drive the new Ford Everest (as part of the Kidspot Ford Thinking) has I guess motivated us to get out. We are planning a longer trip...
Come eat with me!

Come eat with me!

This weekend was one of those crazy kind of weekends where there was so much happening and not enough time to stop and soak it all in. There was my nephew’s ‘Superhero’ birthday bash on one day and a family gathering at my place on the other. And where there are family gatherings… there is always food! Yep, food. Glorious food! Lots of food! And I love it. It’s true and I’m happy to admit it. I’ll even sing it from the roof tops. I love good food and I love to eat good food. Good food that looks great too. Who doesn’t, right? Whether you’re eating in or eating out, having a plate full of yummy goodness in front of you almost always brings a twinkling of joy to your soul. But before you judge me as a glutton, allow me a moment to explain myself. We all know food is a necessity, but to me it’s more than just the consumption of ingredients to nourish one’s body. Over the years I have come to the realisation that the food I eat (and have grown up eating) is a binding part of my identity. It’s a kind of “tell me what you eat, and I will tell you who you are” idea and as much as I tried to reject the food on the table as a child, as an adult I now embrace it whole-heartedly. In fact, I sometimes think it’s one of the very few things left that links me back to my heritage. These days I look at it as a keepsake, as such, handed down by my parents that I’m hoping...
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