Edited Highlights: Sugar, blossoms, cake and colouring-in

Time to catch up on the past month with a series of snapshots that seem to be mostly food and floral.

I snuck away from my desk last Friday (working from home means I’m just sneaking away from myself) and went to local whole foods store, About Life. I ate a raspberry and coconut muffin that was delicious even though it probably didn’t have refined white sugar in it. Oh well.


But refined white sugar is kind of my thing… so when I saw this 50’s-style sugar canister (which disappointingly only contained air) at Spider Boy’s school art show, I had to steal a photo. Maybe sugar itself will be a relic from the past one day, just like this canister. Sigh.


Spring jonquils at my dad’s place…


I love the way my cousin’s wife styled her kid’s birthday party table… they turned 3 and 1, two weeks apart so a combined party was the order of the day.


I made some apple pies…


I needed the whipped cream to mask the heavy pastry texture. Not quite enough carbs, fat or sugar in these little morsels I’m afraid.


On a lighter and brighter note, the blossoms have blessed our street!


And obviously I’ve drunk lots of coffee (and muffins) this month… but Spider Boy just gets water. Oh alright, sometimes he gets a hot chocolate. And chips.


Now I’m going to let you in on a little secret… colouring-in is really big right now. You know when you see a “Zen” colouring book as free gift with That’s Life magazine, that colouring-in is a thing. And the local Dymock’s has a wall of colouring books, as does the National Gallery gift shop in Canberra. But I’ve been colouring-in (as an adult) since 1997. But back then, Barbie colouring-in books were all I could find. Now there is so much choice! It is VERY relaxing.


Speaking of the National Gallery gift shop, if I had the money I would buy all of the books…


Since I know I’ll never really be Parisian, or Danish, and will never find the time for handmade projects for a cute Tokyo-inspired lifestyle, I could just go for the Mammoth Book of Losers to make me feel better about my epic failure and underachievement in NOT being Parisian or Danish, or achieving that cute Tokyo-inspired lifestyle. Sigh.

This post is coming to an end but there’s time for dessert before I go…


This cake I made last Sunday was meant to be a lime syrup cake. I had all the ingredients, except limes. I had a bottle of lemon juice in the fridge, so I used a bit of that. But then after making the cake, I RAN OUT OF SUGAR. So had no sugar to make the lemon syrup.  So it wasn’t going to be a syrup cake at all, was it? So I defrosted some left-over cream-cheese icing from the Father’s Day carrot cake I’d made, and dolloped that on. Plus some hundreds and thousands just for fun and fancy.

It all worked out in the end.

What are you enjoying this week?

The Road to Hell is Paved with Beer Truffles

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You may have gathered from previous posts that I am sporadically motivated to “do something” about my weight.

I think about doing something a lot. But just thinking about something doesn’t lead to results.

As the old saying goes, “The road to Hell is paved with good intentions”. In other words, lazy as I am, even I realise that planning to do something has no value if you don’t actually execute the plan.

So, one Tuesday morning recently when I had absolutely nothing else to do, I thought, “Mmm, maybe I should go for a walk/jog”. I always picture myself running, great strides over long distances, usually with surf crashing in the background. But then… nope, doesn’t happen. I start out at a brisk walking pace, then I break into a pathetic little jog, then after about 15 – 20 seconds, it starts getting a little bit uncomfortable, so I stop. Back to walking, and then the whole little cycle starts again.

This particular morning was one of those annoying spring days when early September thinks it’s February. I should’ve been inside doing step-ups on my portable step in front of Larry Emdur. But no, there I was, sweating, outside. I even incorporated a flight of outdoor stairs into my walk/jog. I huffed and puffed up the steps and then jogged down a hill.

I emerged into a quiet suburban shopping strip where the gourmet chocolate shop caught my eye. I stumbled in and breathed in the aroma from the coffee machine.  I could feel the blood pumping around my body already –  strange, I hadn’t even had a swig yet. Oh, wait, it must’ve been from the exercise. I could feel my upper arms pulsating. My cheeks were red. I’m sure I glowed.

I would normally drink water immediately after such exertion. But the coffee at the local chocolate shop is really good, so I ordered a takeaway.  A plate of sample chocolates stood on the glass counter.

“Oooh, what are these?” I enthused.

“White chocolate and raspberry, Dark chocolate and espresso, and our leftover Father’s Day specials; whiskey truffle and beer truffle.

“Please try a sample, but you also get a FREE chocolate with every coffee!” The chocolatier practically whooped with joy.  “Go on, just try it, just have a little taste – you won’t regret it, “ she smiled, donning her devil horns and pitchfork.

So the Beer Truffle was my poison that day. I stepped outside the chocolate shop. I opened my little cellophane bag. I didn’t even take the truffle home and save it for Friday Night Fun Zone. I ate it. The whole damn Beery Truffle. Right there on the street. BEEEEEEHR Truffle.  It tasted like chocolate – and beer. But not VB, a boutique one, I’m sure.  I felt so dirty. I felt like I should have been wearing a little black dress, the sky should’ve been indigo and star-splashed. But there I stood in my running shoes in the bright morning sun. It was all wrong. But it tasted so good.

So what do you think? Is it possible to have your chocolate – and eat it too, if you’re trying to lose weight?