Having fully recovered from the 31 Day Blogging Challenge, I think I am rediscovering my blogging chops. All week I’ve been taking pictures and thinking of things to write about. So here it is, The Molesworth Diarist Week That Was, in pictures:
Reading this post by Jacquelin Cangro, I was struck by the realisation that I’ve never celebrated Halloween. So when I spied a pile of gorgeous, jack-o-lantern pumpkins in the veggie section of Woolies, I was sold. This is my first-ever attempt at pumpkin-carving:
So handsome. I called him Jack...
We ate a Halloween feast of tagine and mulled wine, with Jack providing the mood lighting...
Sadly, all good things must come to an end. Jack ended up on the compost heap today...
I took these photos on a walk around the block yesterday. Given that I used my old crappy camera (still haven’t figured out the new one yet!) I’m quite pleased with the results:
I think these are a kind of buttercup...
Black wattle blossom
Don't ask me what these are, haven't a clue!
It’s been quite hot the last couple of days (by ‘hot’ I mean a day that in my old home town of Perth would be considered mild verging on cool, but in Tassie has everyone exclaiming over the heatwave). Anyway, Boots is a Tasmanian through and through, and these are some of the hottest days he’s experienced in his short life. So last night there was some rather inelegant leg-sprawling action in what I assume was an attempt to keep air circulation around hot fur…
Comfort: 8, Grace: 2
Diarist in the Kitchen
I was lucky enough to be given some beautiful free-range eggs at work last week, and for a quick end-of-the-week supper on Friday I whipped up this prosciutto, asparagus, and parmesan omelette. You can see from the photo the lovely golden yellow colour of the eggs:
Nom nom nom...
Last week I had a VERY disappointing experience at a Thai restaurant in Hobart. The prices were steep, and the place looked swanky, so I thought I’d be getting some really nice, authentic, flavoursome Thai food. Not so. I was craving a good spice-hit, so I ordered Red Chicken Curry, which from happy experience in Thailand I know as a fragrant, chili-infused, metabolism-boosting delight. What I got was hunks of chicken and boiled RED CABBAGE (???) in the most insipid and tasteless pale pink coconut gravy it has ever been my misfortune to experience.
But I wasn’t going to be defeated that easily, Dear Reader. Tonight I whipped up my own version, a la Diarist, using good-quality curry paste from the supermarket and fresh veggies. It was delicious, and I am still feeling that nice curry glow in my tum.
Note to crappy overpriced Hobart 'Thai in name only' restaurant: red cabbage does NOT belong in Thai curries. Ever.
That’s my week that was – how was yours?