It’s early on Saturday morning and I’m sitting up in bed writing this before I get into whatever Saturday has in store.
I’ve been a tad all over the place since we last spoke. The day job has been busy (no surprises there) and there has been plenty happening family wise as well.
Just when we thought we were seeing the light at the end of the the covid tunnel, the state of Victoria has gone into another 7 day snap lockdown – which, of course means, our borders are again shut to that state. Thankfully there are (so far) no cases here in Queensland so life for us continues in the way it has done for much of the pandemic.
Anyways, without further ado, grab a cuppa and let’s catch up.
Pomona is a small town at the base of Mt Cooroora just under an hours drive north of us.
The town might be tiny but it boasts a distillery that has become quite the destination for weekend day trippers.
I tried a “paddle” of their gins,
and we shared a few small Asian inspired plates for lunch – the gochujang chicken wings. the duck bao, and the massaman curry spring rolls.
I haven’t been to Sydney since we flew back from the UK in January 2020 – before all of this started – and I haven’t seen my parents since March last year. While the state borders have now been (mostly) open for a couple of months, our premier has a habit of slamming them shut without giving you sufficient time to get home. I haven’t wanted to be caught either on the wrong side of it or forced into expensive hotel quarantine so have delayed my trip until now.
While there was definitely a lot of catching up to do, this trip was all about family first and getting back into the office.
Before all of that though, I have to tell you about my mother’s pumpkins. Mum has always been one of those gardeners who plants in between things, in the smallest of spaces. Her father was the same and, to an extent so am I.
The pic below is just a portion of the pumpkin harvest Mum has had this year – and there are still more on the vines.
They’ve all come from this narrow patch of vines growing in the terrace above the pool. In between the pumpkin vines are sweet potato plants – she’s just begun digging these up.
I took a walk through the nearby state forest on Saturday morning…
On Sunday we had a memorial afternoon tea for a family member who had passed away during March…
and on Monday I went into the office for the first time since before all of this began.
I caught up with friends, and I caught up on dumplings.
Speaking of family and catching up, I also caught up on some family history I’m (slowly) documenting for Mum. She’s done so much work over the years and has folders of research at home. I’m trying to get as much as I can uploaded into the family tree on Ancestry. It’s a long process, but one I’m learning so much from as we go along.
At present I’m capturing the facts, but the next layer to add is the stories – and she’s uncovered so many little factoids along the way.
She’s taken some branches of the tree back to the early 1600’s, but has drawn a blank on my paternal great-great grandfather who came out as a convict using one name (Hayes) but began using another (Lyons) once he was married with children.
Anyways, it’s all quite fascinating – and an absolute rabbit hole.
In the kitchen
Because I’ve been away there hasn’t been a lot of kitchen activity.
Before I left, I did, however, make this fabulous apple brioche frangipane pudding. It’s the perfect pudding to make for perfect pudding type of weather.
My book club is currently working our way through the Bronte sister’s backlist. We’ve just completed Agnes Grey (which we all enjoyed). Just as we did when we finished Wuthering Heights, we had an online cooking class to bake something inspired by the novel. This time it was soda bread. I’ll have the recipe up on BKD over the next few days.
Okay, that’s us all caught up. Time, I think, to crawl out of bed and get this Saturday morning started properly. There’s a batch of Baileys ice cream that needs to be made if I’m going to have a pudding to serve our dinner guests tonight.
Have a fabulous weekend.