Posted at 8:25 pm
I have very fond memories of sitting on my aunt’s kitchen bench at the age of four or five, anticipating the moment at which I would be allowed to make the thumb print that gives these biscuits their name. I felt so grown-up being allowed to ‘cook’ and it was always an exciting and satisfying day out. My hands are pretty small even now, so back then my thumbs would have been tiny. I have never asked my aunt…perhaps I fear the answer will burst my childhood pride…but it is likely that she went along and make larger indentations once I was distracted with something else. Otherwise there would have been very little jam in the biscuits! It just goes to show that the size of the indentation can vary significantly depending on the size of your thumb. There’s no need to take the name literally – use any finger you like, or make a double indentation like I do, depending on how much jam you want. Continue reading
Posted at 8:47 pm
Exams. At times it feels as though the past few years have solely consisted of a never-ending stream of assignments, tests, essays, and more recently, practical assessments. Perhaps I’m over exaggerating a lot tad, I mean I only spent eight weeks at uni. Though to be fair that period involved at least one 2000 word essay per week, and often more. I’m one of those people who, when an assessment is looming, goes into crazy-lunatic-overdrive mode. Am I a little obsessive? Yeah. Not something I’m proud of but I’m slowly learning to tone things down a bit. Largely because such behaviour results in stress. A lot of stress. And for me, stress equals IBS, which leads to more stress, leading to even worse IBS…you get the idea.
So with a six hour practical exam looming tomorrow morning, followed by two theory tests in the afternoon and another six hour practical on Friday, I have been trying my best to keep the stress at bay. I have recently taken up meditation classes, but there are times when you need to do something that requires a little less, well, concentration. Continue reading
Posted at 8:45 pm
Dad’s last request before leaving for his long-weekend hiking trip was “stock up the freezer!” Now that’s a dangerous phrase as I could easily have used it as an excuse to spend the whole weekend baking. However, I barely successfully managed to rein myself in and settle for a few freezer ‘must-haves’. One of which was the granola-style bar that he takes on hikes. For me one of the wonderful things about spending time ‘out bush’ is the sensation of being a million miles away from civilisation. Often that is far from the case – the road may in fact be a couple hundred metres away, yet one can’t help but feel peaceful. In such situations I also tend to dwell on Western society and how materialistically driven we have become – who needs a car when you have two legs to carry you? And why bother with razors and shower gel – surely it is possible to put up with fuzzy legs? The last thing I want is any reminder of how we become entrenched in a cycle of sating consumerist needs. So rather than pulling out a store bought, glaringly packaged muesli bar when the munchies set in, these hiking bars are a wonderful alternative. Continue reading