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...
My Essential

My Essential

If someone asked you to describe an essential aspect of your life, what would it be? You know that absolutely necessary thing that you must have. That you need. That’s so intrinsic to the essence of making or breaking your day. Sure the average person would say health, family, love or perhaps food. And most days I’d say that too. But you see, some days I’m just not the ‘average’ person. Some days, my response would unquestionably be coffee. Yep, coffee. How could it not be. On those days it’s the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning. The taste. The smell. The feeling. My coffee lover friends would understand that pleasure of the first sip as it rolls over your tongue and gives your insides a big, warm hug. Today was one of those days. I finally got all kids back at school after days of sneezing and coughing all over the place. Naturally, I can feel it’s now my turn. A heavy head is coming on, there’s that tickle in the back of my throat and I haven’t had a good nights sleep in about a week. I needed a great caffeine boost so bad. As I sat that morning at a table at Don Campos, where the coffee is consistently superb (and my current fave cafe) I wonder how I became so obsessed? Fixed in my mind,  I can vividly recall the perfume of coffee parading around my childhood home all day long. But not just any coffee, I’m talking about the heavy-duty Lebanese type. Over the years I watched my Mother make it for every person who popped by, which was A LOT of people! We had a very...
Bike Riding through life

Bike Riding through life

“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flown. How did it get so late so soon?” (Dr Seuss) In a couple of months my eldest daughter will celebrate her 14th birthday. Wow, 14! When I think about it, it just seems crazy! Hang on, how did we even get here? I can remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. And in the same way I imagine tomorrow, knowing within the blink of an eye, she’ll be an adult moving on to start an independent life of her own with her siblings not far behind. Oh how bittersweet that thought is! I’m the first to say that this whole parenting thing hasn’t been the easiest gig. And from my years as a high school teacher, I know (my goodness, I know too well) that the teenage years are only going to bring on more ‘interesting bumps’ along this road. People always tell you to stop and re-focus every now and then. I admit, it’s one of my ‘work-in progress’ goals. To remember, although the worst of days seem like an eternity, the years really do fly by. I need to set a persistent mental reminder to not get bogged down by it all. How do I want to remember this time in our lives? How do I want my kids to remember this time? What I don’t want is to look back with regret or disappointment. Instead I want to be (and hope to be) providing my kids with...
Apple Tarts & Baklawa Crumble

Apple Tarts & Baklawa Crumble

Saturday mornings during (what we call) our ‘pre-child’ era often meant long sleep-ins followed by a simple breakfast that was lazily mustered together with one eye closed; at a time that technically would be considered lunch. Fifteen plus years & 4 kids later, Saturday mornings are now quite different! They are much busier and of course long sleep ins are completely out of the question. In fact, it’s almost impossible when you have an ever growing ‘to-do’ list you’re trying to catch up on.Add that to the kids in your bed, ‘too loud for that time of day’, full of energy shenanigans, whining over trivial things & the many cries of hunger as though the kids haven’t been fed in weeks. And we can’t forget soccer, lost shin pads, shoes & jerseys! In light of all that, we really have grown to love Saturdays. Look, it certainly wasn’t one of those ‘love at first sight’ kinda things. We’ve just, somewhat, become increasingly acquainted through acceptance & a familiarity of sorts. Once we get over that initial morning bump, the weekend is the only oppurtunity we get to have some quality family time. And that’s special. From a big leisurely breakfast, outings, board games or movies or (what we’re really loving of late) cooking up a storm in the kitchen. My older three are not so little anymore (13, 11 & 9) so cooking together has become a lot more fun. They’re yet to master the ‘cleaning up’ stage but otherwise it’s great to see them come up with their own ideas (mostly sweet!) and enjoy going out and shopping for what’s...
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