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& then ..

lardass pro tip .. everything tastes better fried & smothered in bacon grease .. JS 🤷🏽‍♀️🤣
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big ups

#birthdaymonth .
#livingdabestlife 🤣
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food etc.

there is freedom that comes with realising you don’t have to eat everything on your plate anymore.


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the backlog …

must say .. keeping up with the steez of birthday month has been challenging lol.

the struggle is real ;)

there was lunch & coffee with my beautiful mama xx

the food life ;)

seafood chowder … IKR!

there was prezzies … from me, myself & i lol & other pretty cool peeps x

my new blue jumpsuit x it looks better on lol

wooden bowl & coffee cups … oh yeah x

yes it is a cigar :)

& the pièce de résistance for moi:

i was given an entire range of ‘sensitive friendly’ facial / body products! holy fuck! i haven’t used a product that agrees with me in like, fucking years!!! & now i’ve found my match x

these are ab-solutely di-vine to use x

yeah, so thats the backlog.

kinda cool that i haven’t had time to post these, cos it means birthday month is turning out to be waaaayyyy more epic than i had anticipated & i’ll be definitely keeping this new tra-dish!

xx


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dinner.

i had biscuits for dinner.

fuck i love adulting this way.


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#breakfast #brunch #food #familia #moko_love #bnw #photography #kpm©


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official. unfucking.

Had to do 2 photographs today, cos the angle of one just didn’t quite capture my excitement … oh, or their beauty.

Yep, I grew beetroots!

This is nearly 3 years of learning, learning and learning some more … how to something grow from a seedling to an actual real live ready to eat plant / vegetable. Many attempts and epic fails have come before this glorious little achievement … and my best-est teacher has been Nature :)

Thankyou Paptuanuku.

<3


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unfucked memory.

Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

Another ‘moko’ aka Grandbaby memory:

The Mokos (Grandchildren / Grandchild) Koro (Grandfather) (my partner) makes a cooked breakfast most mornings. Even though their parents would usually have given the mokos their usual breakfast / milk or whatever it was that was their norm; once ‘cooked breakfast’ arrived, each moko (except for 1 – Moko 3), would crawl up onto his lap whilst he was eating and starting poking around at his toast and baked beans, the sausages and bacon. He’s complain about them ‘eating all his breakfast’ and they’d sit happily on his lap eating away, till the plate was empty.

Mokos aged 9 and 8 still do they same thing, but without crawling up into his lap now. He’ll ask them if they want a cooked breakfast … they reply No … and then as he dishes up, they appear with: “Oh, Koro, can we have some baked beans …”, he rolls his eyes and dishes up extra plates of food.

What I really enjoyed this morning was the stories he told them of all the times they’d eaten up his breakfast, followed by the hysterical belly rolling laughter that followed. They sat and ate and laughed for nearly an hour.

I guess the important thing about growing up are the memories. For these darling Mokos, I really hope they embrace the memories and the laughter. Some of the most important things in this life.

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calming hormones.

I have lulled the hormones into a state of meditative calm

with the promise of croissants, chocolate and coffee.

If that doesn’t work,

they shalt be lulled into a state of medicated calm.

That works too.


Merry Christmas Peeps.


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2 litres of vanilla creamy goodness:

Done.

Vanilla Gelato <3

Now I just gotta make sure i don’t eat it all before Monday ;)


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today is:

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limoncello and salsa verde anyone?

Limoncello and salsa verde, what the frick are either one of those? Well thanks to Aunty Google and Aunty Annabel, I have thus gangstah-rized both of these righteous creations!

All I can say is – The Italians have perfected the Art of eating and drinking to the ninth!

Limoncello

This awesome concoction will be the marinade for the lamb rack … it tastes better than it looks ;)

Salsa Verde

And as for making gelato without a ice-cream-maker-thing-a-me; turns out old Uncle Dave knows a thing or two about doing ice cream old school … and turns out, whilst ‘stirring constantly’ for half an hour, I discovered I still have some pretty awesome dance moves happening … just saying ;)

Gelato in the making ;)

The gelato is still doing its freezing thing … but I shall update with pics of triumph before it gets demolished lol.

All in all, it has been a freaking awesome day … I didn’t think I’d enjoy cooking so much! Turns out, I’ve been cooking the wrong things!

Bellisimo! <3


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ever made gelato? … nah, neither !

Oh My Lord … In my mind, I thought it looked pretty straight forward … and it is I guess …

If you have an ice cream maker-thing-a-me …. oh and one of those egg beater-thing-a-me’s LOL.

This is what it ‘should’ look like

I’ll let you know the out-come later, and whether the gelato will end up being ‘custard’ ;)

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italiano fine dining …

So, did I mention I decided to do a 9 course dinner for my familia?

No, didn’t think so …

Loosely a birthday celebration, for Me, my Mama and Moko #2 .. we’s all gangstah April babies ;)

I had wanted to do this for the wedding that we won’t be having now, but figured it was gonna cost shit loads; so instead of whinging on about how I didn’t get to have the dinner / wedding I wanted, I revised the cause and am now getting ready to cook the shit outta this bitch LOL. (Which BTW, is very unusual for Me, as I generally detest cooking … later post on that TBA ;) ).

Based on the ‘traditional’ Italian meal structure, my menu now looks like this:

And why Italian I hear you asking?

My Grandad :)

He fought at Cassino during WW2, and I guess, the only good thing he came back with, was a passion for Italian cuisine. And that gave Me some awesome memories.

So, I shall keep you updated over the next few days … my kitchen is looking like the apocalypse has hit it … but it smells fucking fabulous! I am currently perfectly the Brodo (broth) and gangstah-rizing the Limoncello ;)


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family, is all there is really

Well, its been an awesome weekend with the mokos and daughters and partners of and the partner and the neph and my mama.

They all came…to help us say goodbye to the house…to help the mokos say goodbye to the house…to see where we would be going…

And we laughed and ate and slept and sang and ate some more…drank plenty of delicious coffee and ate some more.

It was beautiful…

And I remembered…

That this is what home is about…the people that your surrounded with…the love that comes form those people…and the love that you give back to them.

In the next house…those same people…my family…will still come…with all their laughter and tears and screaming and eating…they’ll continue to take up space on my couch and throw all their washing in my washing basket…even though they don’t live here. They’ll still come and create dishes and argue and sing and eat all the food…they’ll share memories with me…I’ll share memories with them.

We’ll love and laugh and eat…wherever we are :)

I love them…all of them

xxoo


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