When you travel in northern Australia, the first and most important thing to remember is DO NOT SWIM. This is croc country. Crocs are found in water everywhere – rivers, creeks, billabongs, even the ocean. …
My new year’s wish this year was for a kinder, gentler facebook. I was sick of posts that just fed hatred for particular groups or even individuals.
Unfortunately, during the Australian election it seems to be getting worse.
So I’m going to go out on a limb here – no I don’t think the unemployed are to blame for all the ills of the world and saying “just get a job” or “drug test all welfare recipients” is not only hateful, it’s intellectually lazy.
We went to the farm this weekend, and even though we made a conscious decision that we weren’t going to do anything except relax, it started off very rushed.
Doc didn’t get home from work until late Friday, so by the time we were packed up (and I got disentangled from the ratchet strap that attacked me and tied itself around my ankles), it was 8.30pm before we left.
We were planning on stopping along the way for some dinner, but after a phone call from our friends who arrived before us we decided we’d better get there as quickly as possible. There had been a lot of rain out that way, and the track in was very muddy. They almost got bogged in a few places. Having been bogged there on more than one occasion Doc didn’t fancy having to spend an hour digging us out in the middle of the night.
Here it is, the action from the 2013 Finke Desert Race. This was taken from the 112km mark, which is about half way. You can see from the nodding heads that some of the participants were very tired by the time they got that far,. As this is the beginning of the “whoops” (does anybody know why they’re called whoops?) I can only imagine how difficult the rest of it must have been.
This was a great weekend, and I’m looking forward to going back in 2015 for the 40th anniversary of the race.
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I’ve just been in Adelaide for my sister’s birthday. Whenever I’m there we go out to wineries, drinks, festivals and for meals. Normally it’s fantastic, Adelaide does these things very well, but a couple of incidents make me think Adelaide is catching the rude Sydney waiter disease.
Here’s my recipe for the Mexican Bean Soup I made on the weekend and tweeted about.
Even though I have a lot of cookbooks I don’t generally use recipes. Rather, I read recipes then make things up as I go along based on the basic ingredients. The quantities in this are not exact but the ingredients are. I promise I haven’t left anything out just so yours won’t taste as good! Well, not deliberately anyway.
Let the soup cook for at least an hour before you decide if it needs more spices, the flavour comes out more as the soup cooks. The slower and longer you cook it the better.
I also don’t cook with salt, so if you like salt add some in.
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