Sunday breakfast is scones with jam and cream

At our place, Sunday breakfast is often made fresh.  We have coffee and scones with jam and cream.  The jam is japoticaba from the tree in our garden.  I love the japoticaba tree because the fruit attaches at the trunk and branches.  It is very unusual.

This morning was no exception.  We were very happily tucking in to scones and coffee earlier on.  It took a long time to perfect the recipe, but now it is just brilliant.

We listen to “Macca on a Sunday Morning” on the Australian Broadcasting Company (ABC) channel.  He is usually talking with people on the telephone about the weather and local lobby groups.  It is interesting to hear about what is going on around the country.  Sometimes people call just for the sake of being heard by their friends, I am sure.  Maybe I should try that too, and see if anyone I know actually listens to it.

Dad was out earlier, taking Max for a walk.  I have not been out with Max all week, as I am up writing my thesis as early as I can without disturbing the household.  Half-way through a scone, he mentioned that someone had left a pair of sandshoes by the park rubbish bin.  People have left crutches there in the past, so I was not surprised.  Actually, Dad picked them up and brought them home.  They are about the right size for Mum.  I’m not sure if she would wear black shoes with lime green soles, but why not?  She certainly loves to recycle and often says that her knee replacement makes her leg feel very heavy.  This might be the hint that she needs to walk two blocks down to the park and back each day.

That was a surprise!  Going out for a walk and coming back with shoes!  As we live opposite a school oval, it is not unusual for people to leave behind things that they don’t really like.  Sometimes we take school hats to the upper oval so that they can be found in the lunch hour.  The park is used by boy scouts, as they have a hall at the back of it, even though the park is quite small.

It turned out to be quite an eventful breakfast, after all.  As if japoticaba jam wasn’t enough of a thrill!





Writing, Running – check. Workouts – duh!!!

Over the last three months or so, I have managed to go jogging with Max most days and write on my blog most days.  The aim was to be able to write technical papers and the like by developing a writing habit, and adding some jogging to keep my circulation going.

That has been a great success.  I discovered a great basic recipe for an oat slice that can be varied with fruit, ricotta and other delicious things.  I have increase my daily drinks of water and added an extra coffee in the mornings – making two coffees a day.

There is the online training in nutrition which I have yet to start, but it is on the back burner, so to speak.  My technical and further education (TAFE) course is an elective for the Diploma in Fitness.  That’s the working in community mental health settings, for the case management and counselling side of things.

So now, I will really have to add some workouts which target legs, upper body and core, in different sessions.  My oaty slice can take protein powder and eggs if I need to adjust that.  My chicken soup recipe can take frozen spinach, tinned mushrooms and tinned tomatoes, if required.  I have some green, seaweed powder in the cupboard…..yum!

So the next thing after the BIG writing project for May/early June is definitely workouts.  I have to start planning NOW!


10 Cabbages

My brother and nephew came to visit on Friday when I was out.  They brought Mum’s birthday present – 10 large cabbages!  She was amazed!  Although she likes vegetables, she is not so keen that she wants them every birthday.

However, she loves making her own sauerkraut, so I suppose she will be happy when all the work is done.  For now, it is just a lot of cutting and salting down and lots of fragrant cabbage odours while they ferment into sauerkraut.

She was flabbergasted at the time, but is now in the kitchen busy processing cabbages.  It is so odd.  We have a washing basket next to the kitchen full of big, round cabbages.  She has a shredding tool in the kitchen and is using it as I write.

I’m guessing this is the last time she will be receiving cabbages for her birthday.  She always says she does not want anything and that she has everything that she needs.  My brother is so good at noticing where there is a space for making her life more complete.

I just wonder what he has in store for my birthday.  I can hardly wait!