Brazilian Pie

At some point last year, a friend of mine gave me this recipe for what she told me was a Brazilian Pie. She had brought it to work one day, when we were having lunch together, and it looked and smelt so good, I was sure it was delicious too.

She told me that it’s her mum’s recipe, so I felt very honoured to be given access to it. I gave it a shot one week-end, and now, after making it countless times, I’m quite sure it’s the best recipe I’ve ever learnt. I mean, learning how to make Nutella brownies and basic shortbread has been a bit of a life-saver on a number of occasions when I’ve been short on time for baking, but this Brazilian Pie takes the proverbial cake because it’s so versatile. (I was given this recipe as a savoury dish, but being my experimental self, I have made dessert versions of this too.)

And you know what? I’ve been given permission to share it!  Continue reading

a story of a little fox

Things seem to have gotten rather busy lately. I feel like I’m not as active in the blogosphere as I used to be, but there is a good reason for this!

I have written a story.

Well, it’s only a short story — four pages to be exact, though it is handwritten and double-spaced too — but it has taken a very long time to write. I went through four drafts in total. (The number four seems to be a thing here. Too bad the story only has three characters.)

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Thursday Doors: a new neighbourhood

I recently got back from a trip to Melbourne to visit my sister, brother-in-law and their newborn baby. (And by “recently”, I mean, like, a month ago…) He is my first nephew 😀

Anyway, I was down there for about 2.5 weeks, and stayed at their house, so I helped out a bit with errands, etc. One of my jobs was taking the dog for walks/runs, and doing groceries. These tasks gave me a good chance to explore the neighbourhood a bit and scout out some blog-worthy doors. I have a decent collection, so I might spread them over a few posts. Here are a few to get started…  Continue reading

dissecting a childhood memory

My primary school, in the years that I was there, had a sort of miniature forest planted in a corner of the school grounds, near the staff carpark. There was a little dirt path that curved and wound its way through the mini forest, and connected the playground at one end with the little pond at the other. Along the way, there were a few benches, so one could sit and enjoy the serenity.

I hadn’t thought of that little forest in a very long time, but the other day, when I was walking down the street in the middle of the day, and the wind rushed through the trees that I was passing under – at that precise moment, I thought of that little forest, and for a split second, I was back there, sitting on a bench about midway down the path, reading a book. It was exactly as Anne Lamott describes in Bird by Bird – the way random, seemingly insignificant memories resurface out of nowhere years after the fact, and years since you last thought of them.

In this case, however, I think my mind might have been primed toward that kind of memory. This post isn’t actually about memories or forests. It’s about childhood and change.  Continue reading