Pancakes just say weekend to me. Maple syrup, maybe lemon and sugar, creamy yoghurt and blueberries if I want to be set for the day. This is my favourite recipe saved from the pages of the NZ Listener May 28 1988. Through 13 moves I’ve hung on to this page, ripped out of a tv [...]
The goldfish from the first post is now quite white. Perhaps Samba should become Simba in recognition of the transformation? The tank is sparkling but the fish a little jumpy after the gusto of the cleaning.
A rainy day. A beautifully resonant bell. Some kids after just one more turn. Click this link to listen…Year of the rabbit – a sound experiment. In my family, a rabbit was someone who was cheeky and often up to no good (but in a ‘wascally wabbit’ rather than malevolent kind of way).
The nimble anarchy of the mighty Ninjabread Warriors does battle against the stoic order of the regimented Gingerbread Battalion.
With a twist of my head or a turn of my chair these are the minutiae of distracted contemplation.
Out my window this morning…
The fish looks out and sees itself…