The Happy New Year

Of course it’s happy. It’s only 4 days old! Give it at least a month or two before the bitching begins.

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.

Ours was quiet as we spent it at home this year. We stuck to our ‘at home Christmas’ tradition of seafood and Pavlova.
Actually, I have a pic of said Pavlova here somewhere…

Did I make the shell myself? Of course not. I am not suicidal.
God bless Woolworths for bringing out Pavlova shells for sale every Christmas. Best invention ever.

I remember when I was a child, my mother always had that one and only friend that could make Pavlova from scratch. She would be invited to all the potluck dinners and get togethers, because she had the skills and who doesn’t want Pavlova to make an appearance at their dinner party??

Back then you either made everything from scratch, or you bought the ever legendary Pavlova Egg (which I heard didn’t actually make Pavlova making that much easier).

So yes, that was the highlight of our Christmas feasting, along with the huge Snapper we barbecued.

Now beginneth the commencement of healthy eating, for the next six months at least. Hopefully I will have some tasty, healthy recipes to share!

Happy New Year!

Childhood Indulgences

Whoever invented lolly shops really has an awful lot to answer for.

Whilst my parents were staying with us, we took a touristy stroll through the main part of Windsor, NSW.
According to Wikipedia, Windsor is situated about 56km north-west of Sydney. From me, its about 35 minute drive down the mountain and to the Hawkesbury river.

It’s the third oldest place of British settlement in Australia, so you can imagine how much history this small town holds. We have lived out here in the Hawkesbury region for a couple of years now, but we’ve never actually taken any time to sight see. It’s one of those things you take for granted, isn’t it.

Anyways, I only had my iPhone for a camera that day so I didn’t really take many photos however I did take a picture of this lovely old water wheel that sits in the middle of the town centre.

 

Of course, in Windsor is this lovely little lolly shop, called The Shop of Lollies. I dont think any small, historic town would be complete without such a shop, am I right?
My inner 7-year-old-eyes bugged out of my head and begged me to take it inside. And then the 34-year-old me promptly went lolly crazy!

Sadly, they didnt have everything in there. The 7 -year-old, however, was satiated.