Glass Art

I was recently involved in a small catering job at the arts café, community hub and garden for the community where I volunteer. My role was simple, sandwich fillings, jams, pickles, shopping, homemade weed pies (including the gluten free pastry) etc. Then there was the making of the sandwiches, plating of all the food, with the help of my fellow volunteer, Shirley, who had made the slices and scones for the event.

While the food was being served, I opted to stay in the kitchen and clean up.  Of course, cleaning up means doing the dishes, and with only a half sized dishwasher on site, I opted to hand wash everything. As I mentioned above, this is also an arts café and one of the very talented artists, Peter Alan Cummings, wandered in for a chat. Seeing me doing the dishes, he asked for a tea towel and proceeded to dry the dishes as I washed. Peter and I often take time to chat in the café or garden at Segue, and on this occasion, the conversation turned to French artist Émile Gallé (8 May 1846 – 23 September 1904). Continue reading

A little boy’s holiday

I recently took a trip to visit my beautiful 87 year old mother. She lives in a nursing home in Stawell which is a 500 plus kilometer drive from where I live. I thought it might be the perfect opportunity to take our three year old grandson, Cooper, for a little holiday, but chose not to tell her.

When I told mum that I would be visiting, I also told her that I had been making quince jelly, and slow cooking and bottling the fruit as well, because our beautiful old quince tree had been loaded – I think we picked two wheelbarrow loads! Mum loves quinces and asked if I could bring a jar of jelly and a small jar of the quinces. While the food at the nursing home is wonderful, she obviously doesn’t get the homemade treats that she used to make herself, not so long ago. Continue reading

French Mediterranean Inspiration

I stumbled upon the book “Flavours from the French Mediterraneansome eighteen months ago, and have been in awe of the recipes created by three Michelin star chef, Gérald Passédat, (and beautifully photographed by Richard Haughton) from the first time I opened it.

Born in Marseille, and coming from a long line of artists and chefs, one cannot doubt that this is where Gérald Passédat found the grounding and inspiration for his future. With the location, the family background, the ability to see beauty in all that surrounded him. and a desire for things to be done well, it is not surprising that Gérald Passédat would aspire to become a 3 Michelin star chef. Continue reading

True Friendship…

True friendship…

I received an unexpected phone call a couple of weeks ago. It was my friend Pauline! We had not seen each other for many years, and it was pure chance that I found her phone number last year and managed to get in touch with her again.

They were heading off for a couple of weeks in the caravan, and as her husband, John, said, they would be passing our front door, so it was the perfect opportunity to finally spend some time together again. They suggested a cup of tea around 11 am – I suggested lunch. It was agreed, on the condition that I did not go to too much fuss! I agreed – no fuss, not too much cooking….

But what to make… Continue reading