June, 2013

Apple Pie – Easy Pastry Option

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I usually don’t put up two recipe posts in one week, but this seems to be the month for pies. A friend gave me this recipe a few weeks ago. When I say gave I mean he posted a pic on Facebook of one of the pies he and his wife had just made and it looked so good I insisted he give me the recipe. Same thing, I say.

The Big Dope

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When I’m sleep deprived, I’m a mess. The synapses in my brain just don’t fire. What I say and what I hear don’t necessarily match reality. I hear about Winston Churchill, Napolean Bonaparte, Thomas Jefferson and Bob Hawke and how at the peak of their political powers they only required a few hours sleep a night and I can’t believe there haven’t been more wars.

Grandma’s Rhubarb Pie

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Of all the pies I’ve made with Grandma lately, this is the one I want to do again really soon. Tracey, on the other hand, has a hankering for Grandma’s Spinach Pie, so you can guess which of these two pies I’ve made twice more in the three weeks since Grandma has been away.

A Mean Tick

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“I think we’ve got a tick in here,” Tracey called out from the bathroom. When I walked in she had her glasses off and was holding them out trying to use them to magnify the beast.

It wasn’t difficult to work out which of our brood was playing host to a parasite – Master8 was nearly in tears, quivering and making incoherent sounds. He screams at the sight of a needle, so this was his ‘holding it together’. It’s difficult to picture him storming beaches or base jumping. I like that about him.

Disenchanted

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I’m bad at accents. The one I chose for Pip the squirrel in this story was Asian. What the kids got was Asian / Indian / Scottish. They didn’t seem to notice though.

What they did notice was the lovely heroine dying on her wedding day.