I often read a post where someone has been blessed by the op-shop fairies with similar luck to me in the same week... Does this happen to you?
This Lovely Lady posted recently about a pav plate that is used for baking and serving. While we were down the coast, my sister in law (SIL) and fellow lover of all things vintage, took me to a den of pleasure - an antique and bric-a-brac-arie on the Mornington Peninsula. Not the well-known one in Tyabb, no. This was one frequented by locals. The rafters house pigeons who poop onto items on the fringes. The old guys who run it walk around smoking foul-smelling cigarettes, and everything is coated in just the right amount of dust and cob-webs. It was brilliant.
When we arrived, SIL was telling me about a plate that a pav can be baked on, which has the recipe printed on it, and which is also a serving plate. Seconds later, we found a pav plate for $2 which had all the above! I carted it around, determined to make my first pav.
When we got back to the house, it was HOT and the beach beckoned. When we returned, Mother-In-Law (MIL) produced this.
(See the plate in the background with the pavvy goodness on it? Clever bakeware!)
"Unfortunately" Mr BB and the little buttons don't like pav, so MIL and I ate the lot. It only took 2 days! MIL serves up a splendid pav, with just whipped cream on top. Slice one had strawberries, two had passionfruit, three had banana, etc. Rather clever really! If only we had had Peppermint Crisp too!
(Photo by Curlypops from post Triumphant)
must have found
her plate on about the same day too! We also both recently realised we had missed our blogaversaries, and are both hosting giveaways. Go to
this post to enter my giveaway, and
this post for Curlypops'.
Hooray!!
P.S. After finally unpacking yesterday, I realised that the pav plate was inadvertently left at MIL's! Bugger.
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Sensational! 'Fabulously exciting', as quoted by Master 6.
I find my parents' garden a beautiful and relaxing place. They have lived in the same house in Melbourne for nearly 40 years, and I remember many changes in that time. Essentially it remains the garden in which I grew up. Dad's artistic handiwork is visible in the brick paving, and the walkways and arches.
Another arch Dad built supports their 'upside down' tomatoes. The buckets have holes in the bottom, through which the tomatoes are planted. The compost and other goodies go in the top of the bucket. The tomatoes grow with gravity and thus do not need any supports and stakes. They are strong and happy and easy to pick!
Mum and Dad's garage smells divine at the moment - the perfect place to dry the armfulls of lavender Mum has cut. I had to take photos - what a great place to dry the bunches! Lavender bags a-plenty!
It's always good to come home and see that little has changed. It's so very comforting.
Ah, fashion to talk about. The doyennes, Ms Bjork and Ms Cher.
I have had many a moment of the faux pas, from the white Ra-Ra skirt of the 80s with fluro yellow undies underneath, the white denim mini skirt in early 90s, and lots in between. Maybe you have photos of yours? Include a link to your blog and show me for a chance for a second entry into the draw for the hamper of goodness.
Where the pannini are mouth-watering and plentiful.
Already we could feel the knots going from our backs, the tension rising from the mind, and the smiles tickling the corners of our mouths.
Yesterday morning, Miss 2 was looking out the window and saw the waning moon. She said: "I see moon! It's broken!"
