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It was one of those safe sharks

It was one of those safe sharks

At Easter my sister, her husband and daughter were down visiting from Singapore. My niece (let’s call her Georgia) is a bit of a fish when it comes to the ocean and she had kindly agreed to help me improve my swimming technique.
Georgia is 16 years old and I know it’s weird that a [...]

Weeping Cornbread and Obama Sightings

Weeping Cornbread and Obama Sightings

I made the Obama Inauguration Cornbread and to be honest it was a “yes, we can” kind of recipe with a bit of a “no, we can’t” thing going on when it came to the taste test.
It’s hard to convince New Zealanders that cornbread is a top idea in the first place. It’s harder to [...]

Goats’ Gonads in Limoncello

Goats’ Gonads in Limoncello

Love and marriage. Horse and carriage. Dried fruit and booze. Somehow they all just go together.
A couple of years ago I decided that when you have a lemon glut you should make limoncello. But not for me the old cheat’s way of simply throwing a bit of lemon skin into a bottle of vodka and [...]

Family Christmas or Something Beginning with Y

Family Christmas or Something Beginning with Y

My family Christmas is usually a reasonably large affair because the eight children my parents created went forth and multiplied the way all good Catholics should. And it turns out that we’re quite the example of a mathematical equation because the sum of the original multiplication went forth and multiplied, too, demonstrating all sorts of [...]

Rita Massey Ferguson

Rita Massey Ferguson

Rita quickly became the third person in our mock marriage and, like Princess Di, I have at times felt things to be a bit crowded. And it’s not just the crowding that makes me snappy. Rita is a VERY EXPENSIVE MISTRESS TO RUN.

Rita Massey Ferguson came from Trade Me

The Auckland Marathon

The Auckland Marathon

After much training and reduced beer intake two of my nephews decided to run the Auckland Marathon … AGAIN! Marathon running is not an inherited trait in our family so I blame their mother’s side.

They may have sacrificed all kinds of things to train for this event but today is a charming cold and blustery Auckland spring day and I sacrificed a warm bed to walk to the top of