1. Banana Bread

    Banana bread is yum. I’ve not had it in years because I’ve not seen a gluten free one in cafes. I decided to modify a recipe I’ve used for other things and see how it went with banana bread…

    Basically I use my own SR flour recipe. That’s 1 cup brown rice flour combined with 1 cup of almond meal. To that I add 1 teaspoon of Xanthan Gum (praise the deities for Xanthan gum!) 2 teaspoons of baking powder (GF, of course) and 1 teaspoon of bicarb soda.

    I mashed up two expensive (curse Cyclone Yasi) and very ripe bananas and slurped in 1/2 cup of honey and 1/2 cup of sugar mixing them through. I also added a dash of Maple syrup (just because), 2 beaten eggs and just under a 1/3 of a cup of rice bran oil. 

    I added the wet mix to the dry and tasted it, pronouncing it yummo! But for some reason I went a bit mad.. I decided to add some coconut milk powder that I had left over. It added a bit of creaminess but wasn’t too full-on with the coconut flavour. You could also add nuts (walnuts, pecans..whatever) if you wanted to at this stage..

    I scooped the bananary mixture into a loaf tin and baked it at 170C for about 50 mins. I watched it though because sometimes the top can brown up fiercely because of the honey content.

    So, here ‘tis.

    (sorry ‘bout the fuzzy photo. I’m no food photographer, I just cook things.)

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“These people who are making a big deal out of gay marriage? I don’t give a fuck about who wants to get married to anybody else! Why not?! We’re making a big deal out of things we shouldn’t be making a deal out of. They go on and on with all this bullshit about ‘sanctity’ — don’t give me that sanctity crap! Just give everybody the chance to have the life they want.”
Clint Eastwood in the October issue of GQ


    Take Pride Spokesman Clint Eastwood


    “These people who are making a big deal out of gay marriage? I don’t give a fuck about who wants to get married to anybody else! Why not?! We’re making a big deal out of things we shouldn’t be making a deal out of. They go on and on with all this bullshit about ‘sanctity’ — don’t give me that sanctity crap! Just give everybody the chance to have the life they want.”

    Clint Eastwood in the October issue of GQ


    priceless gay marriage Clint Eastwood quotes 

  3. Pooh.

    We have termites, or had termites. Our back deck was falling apart because those little suckers chewed their way through it. We found out the hard way - when the deck collapsed under foot (or in this case under palm tree removal)

    We’ve gotten the whole lot pulled up and taken away.. but we had to replace it with something, because what was left behind was a stretch of boggy mud patch, (BTW I’m beginning to think that the whole block the house sits on is a boggy mud patch) peppered with beer bottles left over from some previous owner’s party that we weren’t invited to.

    Not wanting to give another generation of termites a free meal, I vetoed more timber decking and called in a guy to do some extreme concrete paving for us. Now, after loads of de-construction and re-construction using tonnes of roadbase landfill, sand and concrete pavers, the former mud patch is looking pretty good and non-edible.

    I’ve given out plenty of compliments (“oh, it’s a work of art!”) to our landscaper and his construction crew; which consists of two apprentices who look about 13 years old, but of course our paver saviour isn’t going to agree to me paying him solely by way of flattery, and so we’ve had to dip into our savings yet again.

    I’m really bummed about this because our ‘savings’ consists of our travel fund - the one we were going to use to go back to America and visit Deb’s lot over there this year. And of course this would happen the first time in four years that Deb’s ever told me she’s homesick wants to visit her mother, who’s not been doing very well.

    Seriously sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the middle of this giant cyclone. Around me I can see all these issues and problems spinning round and round.. and somehow I have to make sense of it all and fix things. I have no idea why I’m in the hub, standing right smack dab in the middle of the the eye of the cyclone and why I’m the designated fixer-upper, but there you go. I must’ve asked for it in the cosmic pre-reincarnation meeting.

    Today is just one of those real bad rotten days where I’m sure that as soon as I show my face there’s going to be audible boos and hisses from everyone because I’ve been cast as life’s chief party-pooper and person in charge of bringing in a large dose of reality to life’s situations. I guess that’s why I always felt sorry for Rabbit in the Winnie the pooh stories. I sympathised with him having to be the one to say, “ahh guys, I know that we had all these travel plans but put down your suitcases because the Pooh-deck has just collapsed and it’s going to need fixing…”

    So I think I’ll go and join Rabbit in his burrow in the boggy mud patch and find a dry beer bottle to suck on until I feel better..

  4. Migraines and other fun times..

    So, I finally went for that CT scan. Yet more radiation. I swear I’m going to glow in the dark soon.. or that my head will, it’s the place that’s had all the X-Rays. 

    I often idly wonder how many X-Rays you can have before you start turning into a mouldering zombie look-a-like and what the warning signs of X-ray induced zombification might be. Maybe I’ll wake up one morning and leave my top jaw and teeth behind on the pillow - now that would be a big clue, for sure.

    But I digress. 

    The CT scan turned out normal. Which is a relief. I had wondered many times if all the stress on my old noggin’ because of these headaches might’ve done some damage, but apparently everything in my brain is where it’s supposed to be and the colour/size/shape it should be. Mind you CT scans can’t diagnose migraine, they can only let the doctor know what you HAVEN’T got. So that means I don’t have any aneurysms or growths or other nasties inside my head… thank goodness.

    The headaches though, still continue unabated. The pain in my head is down to a dull roar right now and I’ve not gotten any work done on my Tarot “leaflet” (that’s the codeword for my book) for a few days now because it’s hard to concentrate when it feels like someone is sticking a screwdriver through the back of your eyeball and extracting it through the back of your head, temple, neck or jaw - Just pick a spot - they alternate to keep the fun times rolling!!

    I also just learned why the pain medications I swallow don’t work either. Apparently in some  people migraines shut down the sympathetic nervous system, which means my stomach stops digesting and the pain meds never get to where they can be used before the nausea caused by the migraine induced vertigo has them right back out again. Yay!! Go sympathetic nervous system!! You don’t even notice it, until it stops working. Ugh.

    For now I’ll just keep on going and hope I wake up headache-free. That would be bliss. So would a good night’s sleep, as people are starting to ask if I feel ok and they’re commenting on how “tired” I look, which I know is code for, “you look like crap.” At least next week Debra, my dear sweet hersband, has organised an aromatherapy massage at the Spa for me..  I may have chronic migraine right now, but I also have lots of love in my life - and I know that in the end love’s going to win out and kick the shit out of the migraines - but very gently and armed with lavender oil. 

    Yes, I’m still an optimist. That’s one thing that being sick has taught me, even if I have to wire own my zombified jaw back on with string. 

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    Love is Good -  Jigzag’s music really get my toes tapping.

  6. Cherry and chocolate chip muffins

    ..Gluten free, of course.

    We have some beautiful fresh cherries in the stores right now (imported from America) to cheer up the last bit of Winter, so I decided to use some in my baking. 


    1/2 cup cooking oil (I used rice bran oil)

    3/4 cup sugar

    2 free range eggs (let’s face it, they taste better - battery eggs taste of misery)

    1 tsp vanilla

    1 tsp Xanthan gum

    1 tsp ground cardamon

    1 tbs baking powder

    1/2 cup potato starch or cornflour

    1 1/4 cups brown rice flour

    1 cup fresh cherries, pitted and cut into halves. 

    1/2 cup chocolate chips


    Preheat oven to 180C 

    Combine all the ingredients together in a large bowl and spoon evenly into a muffin pan lined with 12 large muffin cases.

    Bake for 10 - 15 mins, but test after 10 mins, because these suckers can cook faster than you think!


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    Palestinian women and girls from the West Bank at the beach in Tel Aviv, after a group of Israeli women snuck them into the country for a daylong excursion. Most of the Palestinian women had never seen the ocean before, because they live in a part of the West Bank that is landlocked. Skittish at first, then wide-eyed with delight, they waded into the Mediterranean, smiling, splashing and then joining hands, getting knocked over by the waves, throwing back their heads and ultimately laughing with joy.

    “They and we, all ordinary citizens, took this step with a clear and resolute mind. In this way we were privileged to experience one of the most beautiful and exciting days of our lives, to meet and befriend our brave Palestinian neighbors, and together with them, to be free women, if only for one day.”

    Read more here.

    HH:  This is truly beautiful.  Leave it to the women.  Sisterhood will transcend all country borders.

  8. Honesty, and other insurance policies

    Today brought lessons in lots of areas. I learnt -

    • My daughter’s teacher gets very defensive when you ask him why he made a certain decision that has impacted on my daughter’s sense of personal value. I silently counted to ten and kept on subject and brought him back on track at least three times in five minutes of conversation. I advocated for my daughter as best as I could, but I could see that this guy’s ego was really tied up with defending the indefensible. I wanted to say, “hey man, this isn’t about you or me, this is about Kathleen” but he wasn’t listening. His mind was closed and stuck in the endless excuse machine loop.
    • There are some really ironic situations driving around at 11.20 am in the morning disguised as blue station wagons (registration number SLX 270). I know this for a fact because one reversed into the front side of my car and drove off without leaving any details. You might remember that I had a similar accident at the local shopping centre not long ago - I reversed out of a tight space and clipped another car - the car’s owner wasn’t around and there were no witnesses, but I still left all my details and the name of my insurance provider written on a piece of paper under the wiper of the car I scraped, because I’m terminally honest. This guy however, hit me and just drove away, but little did he know there was a witness; a man on the road crew, who saw it all. The road crew guy left me the rego number and details of the prang but failed to leave his name as a witness and so the information is not worth the paper it’s written on. Frustrating? Yes. Ironic? Most definitely. I went to the local police station and reported the incident. The coppers came out and told me that unless the old man (yes I know he’s an old man driving a 90’s light blue station wagon) confesses, there’s nothing they can do. I could’ve told a lie to the policeman and said I’d seen the collision - but as I’ve just noted, I’m terminally honest and I couldn’t do it. So I have to hang onto the theory that honesty is the best policy and hope that this dishonest old man car-smasher is going to get quite the shock when the police turn up at his door to personally let him know the answer to that old Zen riddle, “if I have a car accident on the street and I think no one saw it, it’s like a tree falling in the forest, right?” 
    • Lesson number three: I’m lucky I only get one day to deal with at a time, although sometimes it feels like three or four of them are packed into one. This lesson takes some deep breaths and calm blue oceans to deal with. I try to remember that I need to live only in the present and that until quantum physics perfects a kidnapping machine to nab more me’s from various multiverses, there’s only one of me to go around and I can’t be everywhere at once - or be everything to everyone all the time. I know the very concept of “mum” is so tied up with being omnipotent, omnipresent and goddess-like that I begin to believe my own publicity and feel I can carry it all, but seriously, my running around getting into a great big tizzy about stuff has never resulted in anything but a huge throbbing headache, So I’ve decided a nice cup of tea and hot bath at the end of the day will please this goddess just fine. If the kids don’t pester me whilst I’m in the tub, that’s a big bonus. 
  9. Winter


    Rainy, cold, bleary, cloudy weather.  One of those days where the sky seems very leaden, grey and impossibly low. Driving along it was like buckets of water were being thrown over my windscreen. My wipers were pretty ineffectual against the combination of wind and water and the car’s speed.. not that I was going very fast - I slow down when I can’t see as I don’t seem to have that magical radar other drivers have that allows them to still travel at light speed on wet slippery roads (although I do think this ‘radar” might be more aligned with sheer recklessness than anything extrasensory)

    My body slows down in winter and I yawn a lot. I want to stay in bed and I feel like my world shrinks. I know that’s just a response to the weather, the cold, the lack of sunlight and the inevitable bouts of illness that winter brings but it makes me feel shut off from the flow and that makes me feel like I’m missing one of my senses.

    Winter has its good points - making warm food, reading books, staying in and talking more to my family and getting to know myself better - it just seems to drag on about a month too long. I miss the blue sky and the warmth and the openness of the warmer weather.

    I suppose all this dreariness means I will appreciate and give thanks for the sun when I finally see it. When the Earth’s axis finally tilts our way so that we have summer here, I will not complain when I sweat profusely and get sunburnt in 5 minutes flat. Promise. Ok, I promise I won’t whine the first time it happens.

    The rain’s back now and I swear the drizzling sky is so low I could stand on tippy toes and touch it…