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Back to the kitchen b*#ch!

On an unrelated visit to mum this afternoon she gave me this package, “I think it’s a t shirt”. Oh cool, thanks 🙂

I love it, (with a few less kilos it will look better!)

(I think I look just as crazy as she do too)

Have a great weekend 🙂

The Undomestic Goddess – book review

This book is an easy read that doesn’t challenge you too much. A story about love, life and work balance. A super sized Mills and Boon but better, with more character development and less of the ‘risqué’ sex scenes. There is mention of Feminist issues. All a load of hogwash. I find those that are staunch feminists are doing more of a disservice to the cause than the quiet types who just get on with it. But that’s a post for another day maybe. It’s about being able to make that choice, and wanting to make that choice. Not sending women back to ‘dark ages’. It’s about being able to ‘look out of the window’ as the main character herself says. Nothing feminist about it. Those people think too much.

Samantha is a high powered lawyer in London, with an IQ to match, who has one dream. Becoming Partner within the company. She lives on take away and sends all her laundry to the dry cleaners. In short. All work and absolutely no life what so ever.
Then the best and worst possible thing happens, all on the same day and her world falls apart.
Escaping the world she currently knows, she finds herself thrown into a job of which she has no idea. She doesn’t know what an iron is, or how to do more than boil a kettle and make toast.
Her story of self discovery is sprinkled with a good dose humour and some of the conversations are hilarious.
Life is good but then her old life returns and threatens to ruin it all.
Will she follow her heart or her passion and skills as a lawyer with everything she could ever dream of?
A fun and easy read that to some extent asks us to think about what it means to be a woman in certain roles and can we have it all?
Me? I’m happy ‘in the kitchen’ a my boys put it. I certainly don’t feel degraded, used or any less a woman for doing so. My take on feminism is about basic equal rights and pro choice on everything, and not being made to feel guilty or wrong for choosing.

The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella (the author of The Shopaholic and more fun stories).

All book reviews are written as a post and then copied into the Book Review page. As you may have seen, I have quite a few books to get through. My next book will the The Forgotten by David Baldacci and then one I have on my kindle that I promised to read and review.

Happy reading, 🙂

Never mind Santa, my family came to town.

I am the youngest of four and Christmas week, all but one of us were in my house. Kids and one partner included. My eldest sister lives overseas so coming home very year is not a possibility, especially with her own extended family in her adopted home.

As a family we all get on pretty well. There are always plenty of laughs and loads of fun. Not so many arguments. Whether that is from not needing to say anything or diplomacy it doesn’t matter. Even the kids get on well, with few issues.

It is during these times of big family get togethers that I am happy I had my kids early, or at least that they are the eldest. Makes for a few less things to worry about. Back in the day when I was the only one with kids, it was awkward for me. Several times over the past week it was mentioned that ‘No, we do not want any more kids..’ As cute and lovely as our nieces and nephews are.

The ages of the kids last week were, 16, 13, and two lots each of 9, 5 & 2. Yeah, our house was busy and noisy and only a couple of times when the Mr 2 got a little rough. Because of this age gap, my older two were in their boy cave mostly until we dragged them out. I am not immune to their negative points, but they were polite, helpful and played well with the younger ones. Teenagers maybe, but good kids none the less.

You would think that with this meany people all hell would break loose. Not so. It was amazingly well organised. We never ran out of hot water between showers, baths and constant washing up. A routine of sorts was set quite early on, and it seemed to work. I even had to fight my way to the sink a few times, I like washing up, and have never been beaten to it in my own house. I think am definitely the home body out of all us. They kept telling me to sit and relax, and even scoffed at how neat their folded washing was ‘did you iron this?’ I just do it if it needs doing. And in a strange way, enjoy it. Necessary evil, but why hate it when it still has to be done.

My brother and his family came with the idea to just sit and chill and do pretty well nothing. This was done easy to accommodate and a date night was included. With 3 extra baby sitters how hard could it be. Mr 5 and Miss 2


My sister arrived with plans to visit a few friends and other family. Misters 5 & 2 and Miss 9

while I just potted about and kept the washing machine and coffee pot going as required, and enjoyed hubby’s company – he came home earlier than expected!

One day was spent at Huonville, just under an hours drive away, where we commandeered the bbq hut and spent a lovely day of family and fun. After lunch all but mum and I went for a ride in the paddle boats before ice creams were bought and devoured in the warm afternoon sun.


Back at our house kids dragged various parents down the hill to the beach where they could hunt for crabs under the rocks, or explore the bush line. A few times we got our timing wrong and the tide was in so no playing could happen.


The house was very quiet the day they left. Everyone had driven out by 8.30 for either a long drive or an early flight out of Hobart. A few misplaced items were found, but by all accounts packing was done with minimal left overs. Gotta be a first.
Now, as I write this, hubby is just a day away from heading back to work for 3 weeks in PNG and my eldest has arrived in Qld for his holiday. We had a very lazy New Year’s Day which included a short walk with the dog and a game of beach naughts and crosses.




Jennifer 🙂

more inane nonsense from the kitchen of me

is this a lack of more meaningful things to write, definitely. The things to write part, not the meaningful bit.  Life is chugging slowly along here at the moment, very little excitement.

I was cleaning around my new stove top – which means removing everything from that particular bench which gave me an epiphany. See, it doesn’t take much to … everything I was thinking was going to sound dirty.. hmm, keep me happy (will have to do)

That was it, all my recipe books came down, the bench was covered, screw drivers appeared to move cutlery hooks (which was greasy and icky from being under the exhaust fan. Now clean and being used) and oh, about an hour later I had finished.
The stove is practically bare, aside from the major essentials, the recipe books are in my pantry – leaving only the most used ones and chopping boards, paper towel and pot mitts are close but not in the way.  And I like it.
I am surprised by this as I like to have everything near me as I cook, but even I had to admit defeat with this weird little kitchen and do something about it.
The best thing is my walk in pantry. Love it!! So much room.  It would be perfect if I had my fridge (it has to live in the  laundry as we’re using the ‘house’ one – which is as ancient as the house) and a dishwasher. The electric kind! not me, or the kids, and def not hubby. Sorry babe.

Of course now I need to spend a full day sorting and cataloguing my recipes.  All those magazines, and torn sheets of paper.  Maybe I should get real and keep only what I am likely to use.  Bah! there wouldn’t be a book in the house if that were the case.  My boys are all boring!! when it comes to food.

I know someone will be very happy with this, I have too much clutter and stuff apparently, and this person is not regular a user of the kitchen. Can you guess who??






Oh, and I really don’t like the microwave up there either. Aside from me being short, it’s dangerous, but I have nowhere else to put it.

Happy baking 🙂