Baking was my Saturday morning chore

As I’ve said before, Mum hated cooking so never taught me to cook. Fortunately for me though, in grades 7 & 8, we went to Rural School. These grades were still part of our primary education, but we went across to the high school section for Rural School. (I seem to remember, Caboolture State School had a secondary department attached to it in those days. The separate high school was, I think, opened when I was in Grade 8 and I went there at the start of Grade 9.)

At Rural School boys learnt woodwork etc & we learnt cooking & sewing. I still have my recipe books from those years, almost 60 years ago. We had to copy the recipes off the blackboard into our day pads & then write them up for homework in our recipe books in our best handwriting in pen & ink (no biros allowed!) & decorate them with whatever pictures we could find in magazines etc that resembled what we cooked. We had no smart phones then, of course, & although I had a little camera, you had to use up a whole film before you could get it developed & that was an expensive process that took a couple of weeks.

Our first baking effort was ‘Fairy Cakes’ and, of course, we had to cream the butter & sugar by hand – no electric beaters available then. We made sausage rolls, peanut toffee, shepherd’s pie, lemon delicious pudding, Anzac biscuits, apple crumble and more. We’d take the ingredients from home & then take the food home, safely we hoped. This was no mean feat on the old truck which was our school bus & then on the ride from the bus stop on my bike over corrugated dirt roads. Mum loved it when we cooked something that was a main meal as she didn’t need to cook dinner. We still had to light the fire though to heat up the food as we didn’t have an electric stove &, of course, there were no microwaves in those days.

Once I discovered that I enjoyed cooking, doing the family baking became my Saturday morning activity & I had great fun making jam drops, banana cake, cornflake biscuits, date rolls, melting moments (my absolute favourites) & whatever else took my fancy at the time. I still love to bake as do my daughters & grandchildren but I don’t do it very often these days, just for special occasions or when we have visitors. Let’s face it. If we bake it, we eat it & it’s better if we don’t. Sadly!

What’s for tea Mum?

This is the age-old question asked of mothers by their children as they arrive home from school. Looking back, I’m thinking that I was no different.

My parents sold their business, Twin Towns Radio, at Tweed Heads when I was 5 and went into hotels The first was at Hivesville in the South Burnett Region of Queensland and the second at Jimboomba, south west of Brisbane I don’t remember our meals until after that time; I guess we ate what the cooks were preparing. I do remember that every Sunday night when we lived at Tweed Heads Dad would go and buy fish and chips wrapped in newspaper and we would sit on the lounge room floor and eat it out of the paper. What a treat! I still love to do that!

Mum hated cooking with a passion and especially hated deciding what to have for dinner so the menu was fairly restricted. After we left the hotels, Dad became a professional fisherman and crabber at Donnybrook north of Brisbane, on the mainland sheltered by Bribie Island. We had a boat hire business, a corner store and an unofficial post office as well. Consequently we ate a lot of seafood – the mud crabs were so good, fresh whiting, tailor,….. whatever was in season at the time. We were so spoilt. Dad & I loved it. Mum didn’t like it at all!

Next Dad turned his hand to poultry farming, a poultry abattoir and growing citrus at Chevallum near Nambour on the Sunshine Coast – he was truly a man of many talents. Our diet changed again and we ate a lot of chicken and duck and, of course, oranges in season. I can remember taking five oranges to school for lunch and nothing else!

Our Monday night dinner was usually a roast – chicken maybe – with roast vegetables. (At this time, chicken was still a treat for most families as it was very expensive so again we were spoilt. No-one had freezers so the chichens had to be bought fresh.) Sometimes, we would have corned beef with white sauce and boiled vegetables or maybe even picked pork! Then on Tuesday night it would be cold meat and mashed potato and vegetables. If I was lucky, we’d have been able to get a wheelbarrow of green mangoes from the people up the hill and Dad would have made his wonderful mango chutney to go with the cold meat.

Mum’s speciality was oxtail! It was so good. I use her recipe too and it was a favourite of my kids as well Sometimes we’d have rabbit with white sauce; sometimes lamb chump chops with vegetables.

We would always have dessert too. I did like dessert! Mum would make a lovely rice pudding and serve it with stewed apples and this was one of my favourites – still is, actually. Sometimes, if the oven was going she’d make a baked jam roly poly pudding and serve it with hot runny custard!

Dad liked to cook when he had time and he was pretty handy in the kitchen when he wanted to be. Often on a Sunday night he’d cook us up a Chinese feast. He had books of recipes and he’d buy the special ingredients he needed. These meals were pretty tasty and Mum enjoyed the night off.

To make Mum’s Oxtail Superb you will need:
1 oxtail, fat removed
2 carrots chopped
1large onion finely chopped
4 oz tin mushrooms (I used fresh mushrooms but they weren’t readily available when I was a kid.)
1 teaspoon soy sauce
1/2 cup red wine
1 cup diced celery
1 cup water
1 teaspoon salt
pepper.

Place all the ingredients in a large saucepan, bring to the boil and simmer for at least 3 hours. Mix 1 heaped tablespoon plain flour to make a smooth paste with water. Add 1/2 teaspoon Parisian Essence & stir it in to thicken the stew. Simmer a further 15 minutes before serving.

This is a great dinner for a winter’s night. Enjoy!

Art & gardens & of course, food!

Today we set off on foot for the National Art Gallery of Denmark, via the Botanic Gardens & this meant going past the markets so we detoured in to have another delicious flat white & I took some photos of the market. Does this make your mouth water?


The gardens were badly signposted – actually there were no signposts & we had to walk around 2 sides of it before we could find an entry. Plant names were in Danish not Latin as you expect in such a garden & many beds were overgrown with weeds. Not a good look!  It’s right beside the University Botany Department too!  But they did have plenty of pensioner seats for us to stop & rest.


When we found our way out of the gardens we were disorientated but eventually worked out where the gallery was. It was interesting to see the work of some Danish painters rather than all of our old favourites.


These were a couple of my favourites. The top one is by Dahl & the lower one by Skovgaard.

Then we wandered into the beautiful gardens of the Rosenborg Palace where the Danish flag was flying. Perhaps Mary was home?  We didn’t go into the castle to see the Royal jewels as we have seen too many ornate collections gathered while the poor people starved to death.


By this stage we were rather peckish so it was back to the markets for a smorrebrod or Danish Open sandwich. They are delicious, traditional & we really enjoy them. The bread here is wonderful as it has been across Scaninavia. We love it & can’t resist it!


I think David is getting to the stage where he will refuse to walk another step. Just as well we have only one day left to play before we head for home.

Last port of call

Last night we w ent to Toscana, the Italian speciality restaurant on Marina. It was also excellent & we are still amazed that there is no surcharge for these restaurants. My lobster tagliatelle was delicious:


I really enjoyed the views from our balcony like the sunset last night.


And this morning we woke to our first view of Copenhagen:


The cruise was wonderful. Oceania stinted on nothing. Free shuttles in any port where you couldn’t walk to town.  Everyone was very happy with the cruise. And then they spoiled it!  You could book a transfer from the ship to the city or to the airport for $400!  It’s 8km. Ridiculously exorbitant. So, of course, hardly anyone used them. We all waited for taxis. There were 3 other ships unloading at the same time so we were queueing for just over 2 hrs!  The taxi fare was $50.  So everyone finished the cruise with a bad taste in their mouth.

False economy, I reckon & not very good business.

Our hotel is quite comfortable but we have been spoiled with the luxurious cabin we had on Marina. It is right in the centre of the city. Today we’ve just had a wander to get our bearings. We found a great coffee shop with flat whites & a good restaurant serving typical Danish food where we had Danish roast pork with boiled baby potatoes & pickled red cabbage.


We had our photo taken with Hans Christian Andersen as we walked along the avenue named after him.


Think we’ll enjoy ourselves here.

Food glorious food!

Last night we went to Red Ginger,  the speciality Asian restaurant on board. What a treat!  We ordered the share plate first, expecting it to be quite small. Small, it wasn’t:

But it was delicious.

David chose lobster pad Thai as his main & I was choosing Dover sole tempura when the waiter asked if I’d tried their sea bass & when I said I hadn’t she said I should it was delicious.  So I ordered the sea bass.

It was amazing. It had been marinated in palm sugar & soy sauce for 24 hrs & was caramelised. It was so good!  But the waitress said that I needed to try the Dover sole as well so they brought that too!  It was lovely as well but not as good as the sea bass.

We refused dessert as we were so full but the waiter said that we had to, at least, try dessert as it was their speciality. So, there were 2 choices at the bottom of the menu for teaspoons of fancy ice creams so we chose 1 each. But that wasn’t good enough for them. They bought another dessert of 3 egg cup sized serves of icecreams & said we should try. So we did try then & they were lovely but we were so full afterwards that we waddled off to the show.

Tonight we’re going to the Italian restaurant, Toscana but I still feel full from last night.

This morning we docked in Warnemunde, Germany. Many people went on a 12 trip to Berlin but we thought we’d give that a miss & just wandered into Warnemunde which is a delightful little seaside resort. It was a fishing town but now is all about tourism with a wide beach & all these little shelters for hire & a number of wonderful sand sculptures of stories about Sinbad the Sailor.


We have washed & packed & must put our ports outside by 10pm & be off the ship by 9am tomorrow. Then we will explore Copenhagen. We’re getting close to the end of this amazing journey which has been great. We will be happy to be home though.

Some beauty but much grief & sadness

Last night we went to the Polo Grill, one of the speciality restaurants on board.  There’s no extra charge – it is all included & as we did when we went to the French one, Jacques, the other night, we had a wonderful dinner. David started with giant shrimps, then we both had a tomato & red onion salad, followed by a freshly grilled whole lobster. It was delicious.  My mouth waters again just thinking about it. For dessert David had crème bruleé which he raved about & I had three beautiful marshmallows – one in caramel sauce, one raspberry & one chocolate. All of the food on board is excellent but I think that was our favourite meal so far.

This morning we docked in Riga the capital of Latvia & we met Aleksandrs Feigmanis, Master of History & Doctor of Theology. He is the Jewish genealogist who researched the Edelman family for us & he was our guide for today. He was very interesting & a very pleasant man & he walked us all over the old town. It is a lovely warm (22°) day here in Riga today.

The old town of Riga is UNESCO world heritage protected & has some beautiful old buildings. The town began in 1201 & is bordered by the River Daugava on the west & encircled by a canal on the east.

We saw some beautiful examples of Art Nouveau architecture:


I had no time to be careful with my shots. Aleks was walking very quickly & I had to take them on the run. He told us some much interesting history about the houses – I should have taped him – no way we can remember it all.

We saw the Three Brothers, 3 houses in a row which illustrate the development of housing over the centuries from Medieval to Baroque. I think the first was built in 1642

The white one on the right is the oldest, then the yellow, then the green all about a century apart.
Of course many Jews here were killed during the Nazi years. I think there were 70,000 here before the war & now fewer than 5,000. Synagogues were burnt down. This is a memorial built on the site where the Nazis burnt down a Synagogue where they had the people trapped inside. There are flowers at the memorial because the anniversary of this was on 4th July & they had services.


We saw the old Jewish ghetto area where people lived crowded together, more than a family to a room. The houses were wooden & some very poor people still live there.


It is always very sad to hear the history. It is impossible to understand how it could happen.

David’s great grandfather was born somewhere near Riga around 1840 & came to Australia in 1888 with his two eldest sons, one of which was David’s grandfather. They lived in a small shetl (village). Aleks says we should return for at least three days & he will show us.

Would be nice but I don’t think we will make it!

Today we once again became familiar with the London public transport system & if you have a map & a tube map, it’s pretty easy to get around What’s more people are very ready to help if you’re in trouble which is great. After a cold day yesterday, today was sunny & warm so much so that as I write this at 6:25pm, I’m sitting out in our little garden in

the sunshine.  Very pleasant!

David wanted to go back to the British Museum today, a place he really enjoys. When we got there, he decided he’d already seen the things he wanted to see & didn’t want to see them again. I giggled to myself. We wandered around for a few hours and were amazed at the huge numbers of people that were there.

Being big fans of the TV program, Selfridges, we wanted to visit Harry’s store. Of course, it’s nothing like it used to be now, being very similar to DJs back home with all the brand names occupying their own individual areas. The major difference is that it’s much much larger. I found some sandals I liked but they didn’t have any large enough for my ‘plates of meat’. There are 11 restaurants in the store & we decided to have a Sunday roast lunch. David had beef with Yorkshire pudding & I had the chicken. They were massive serves but very tasty – no way we could clean our plates.

We easily found our way back to Waterloo & the train to Wimbledon Station & jumped on the 93 bus to bring us home. Nothing looked familiar! You guessed it! We were heading away from home instead of towards home. But we did get home! There’s a great deal of construction happening in London, cranes tower over the skyline everywhere you look. It’s certainly a happening city!

Delicious lunch at Mrs Jones Restaurant in Devonport Tasmania

Today is a beautiful sunny day in Devonport and the family took me to Mrs Jones for lunch. The spectacular view across Bass Strait and the great company set the scene for our lunch and the wait staff were very friendly and helpful.

That’s all very well, I can hear you say, but what did we eat? For entree we shared a delicious plate of tempura soft shell crab rice paper rolls. I could certainly have made a meal of these. We had four different mains, all of which were very tasty and extremely well presented:
Beef and reef
Slow braised lamb shoulder in cinnamon & allspice
Wild barramundi curry and
Aromatic coconut red duck curry

We were given a complimentary side of beans. The meals were neither too big nor too small – they were just right.

Two of us managed to have enough room to share the “sticky mother of a pudding” with figs, dates, white & dark chocolate. It looked & tasted wonderful. I’d definitely recommend sharing though unless you have just visited Mrs Jones for dessert. Another tried the raw salted caramel ice cream which was also yummy.

The wine list included many local Tasmanian wines by the glass and I enjoyed a couple of glasses of Goaty Hill Riesling whilst one of my daughters had a glass of a local sparkling and a mojito. The Tarkine Tiger sparkling mineral water was a pleasant non-alcoholic choice.

Coffees, hot chocolate, mocha & chai latté all came as ordered & were hot and a great finalé to our meal.

We decided we would all recommend Mrs Jones to our friends as we really enjoyed our experience. We could find no fault so I’ll give it a score of 9 out of 10.

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The Charming Squire in South Brisbane

4 of us went to The Charming Squire across from QPAC in South Brisbane last Wednesday before going to the Lion King. It’s a new place & we’d been looking forward to trying it. We ordered drinks and then a main course. Our Drinks arrived promptly but it took an hour for our meals to arrive . When they did, they were very disappointing. Three of us had the roast pork which tasted nothing like roast pork – more like steamed pork. Our friend’s sausages were cold. It was a very large serve of three fat sausages & we had seen it sitting on the servery waiting for delivery for quite a few minutes. The kitchen seemed to be in a state of chaos & serving staff appeared to be standing around looking for something to do. We don’t recommend the charming squire. We will probably give it another try but if there’s no improvement, we won’t be going back. We’d give it 5/10.