Good Monday Morning from Sydney! How are you all? All is warm and sunny here – we’ve had a hot weekend on the beaches, though it’s officially Autumn in my little part of the world it’s still humid and warm but cooling off at night.
You know what’s a good thing to do on a hot weekend? Make Pear bread.
I can tell you one thing for sure sure sure, making anything (with or without the aid of a vintage Sunbeam Mixmaster, ahem) that fills your old cottage with that lovely homey fragrance and makes you feel like a super domestic goddess is a very good thing to do.
Though that’s about where the domestic goddess thing halts for me at the moment.
Because I spent most of it eating tomatoes with sea salt, consuming pear bread with black coffee and opening one after the other little yellow tins of Portuguese mackerel fillets in olive oil.
This combo was my self-medicating on worrying about one’s offspring. In particular my biggest two offspring.
I have to wonder when this worrying started (when they were little I was more ummm stable) and when, dear God, will it end??
I would not like you to experience the gases that result from the above combo.
Not pretty or Beach Cottagey at all.
So, while worrying I made this bread, it’s super easy and I just followed the basic Banana Bread Recipe here and added 2/3 of a cup of milk to it.
And you know what?
I have a bit of a secret to tell you.
I like things on the errr of burnt in the baking department – but mostly, because of the people in this cottage who consume the things that I bake, I have to keep this burning secret quiet…but this weekend with all gone from this cottage and worrying on full pelt, the burnt end bit (gotta love an end bit right?) was mine all the way. Baby.
I also took refuge in the Summer House.
And indulged in the photographing of pears.
Right now I am much much better and there won’t be any Portuguese Mackerel fillets for a while because I learnt yet another lesson in parenting…while I baked Burnt Pear Bread and stomped around the mall with a three day un-washed top knot and big sunnies, they went off into the world, did their thing, had some failures, had big successes, laughed, cried, had fun, made friends…
…and lived life.
Are you a worrier?? What is it with the kiddos going out into the big wide world and the worry thing??
Ummm I need to crack this one people, this old cottage can’t take too many more Portuguese Mackerel Fillets.
I will see you lovelies later – I must say there was also a very beachy addition to this old cottage this weekend courtesy of the stomp around the mall with unwashed top knot…it’s white with a nautical stripe and right now sitting on my deck looking like a place I am about to sit with a huge hit of the black stuff.
Over and out.