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Chocolate Truffles
Sue, Bens' Mom, gave me a lovely book entitled 'Chocolate'. This was a love which united us. When she cared for Eowyn and Cosette, I would hide chocolates, and she would ALWAYS find, and eat, them. My plan was to make these truffles for friends for Christmas. Our neighbours, Eddie-next-door, Katie and her family, and Lanet and her family, received truffles. I ate the rest. Chocolate. Mmmmmmm. I thought, since not many truffles made it to their intended destinations, I'd pop the recipe on my blog, so you can make your own. And feel my love. Firstly, do the boiling-water-in-a-saucepan-with-a-large-metal-bowl-suspended-above-sort-of-thing. (I'm sure there's a more succint way of describing that!) Nextly, bring 2 cups of thick cream gradually to the boil, in the bowl. This cream will have various names, depending on what country you are in. Here in the USofA, it's called heavy cream. I've forgotten what appellation it goes under in the land of Oz, my home. O...
WELCOME, PRECIOUS NEPHEW DAVID NICHOLAS
WELCOME, PRECIOUS NEPHEW DAVID NICHOLAS JONES -LERDPRAKUN! WE LOVE YOU, OH YES WE DO!
We wish you a merry Christmas! To me., a 'real' Christmas is a Cambridge Christmas!
I love this ... the last verse makes me cry with anticipation of seeing Jesus one day...
Plunging into Green Lake at the Poetry Polar Bear Club!
WOW! What a fabulous event! Each person read their poem, and took a giant stride closer to the lake, and PLUUUUNGED in! That's me in the middle in the brown and sepia bikini (BRRRRRR), photographed by Eowyn! She and Coco were my fan club! A chap from the Seattle Times afterwards asked me my name, as I had stayed in the longest!!! Eowyn and Coco painted polar bears, giraffes and rainbows on my skin, and I added the words of my poem. Each person's poetry adorned their skin or swimming cossie. Here's my poem, written walking around Green Lake before work (3 miles, one of Seattle's favourite and most beautiful pastimes - I'll take you next time you're here!!) i'm hot i'm cold afraid and bold complete with holes icy warm poles
Little PEPpers
Today was the last meeting for my Thursday's Little PEPpers group - it is such a huge honour to share the lives and stories of such wonderful, dear people, and to come to know their faces - parents' and babies', and their voices. This dear little chap was such a joy, ever exploring and delighting in the world. I am going to miss meeting weekly with these lovely souls!!!!
Just home from a fab biznic.com writing mastermind, and inspired to share a story..
L’Agnelle Copyright Megan Ann Jones Ady 2008 The empty, enormous back yard felt dead to Molly after the vibrant life and energy of their old apartment in Parramatta. “But this is what we have always wanted!” Mother said, happily. “Wahroonga! We’ve arrived.” Molly’s tummy felt awful as she thought of her best friend Anoosheh and her teachers at Macquarie Girls’ High. Mother’s dive disturbed the calm of the swimming pool, making splashes which sparkled in the sun. Mother hadn’t seemed sad at all about Grandad dying, except at the funeral. Molly went inside. She slowly walked the borders of the vacuous rooms and stairways and spaces which Mother had assured her would feel like home in no time. She heard a knock. In Parramatta, there had been a little peep-hole in the front door. Not so in their luxurious new suburban home. Molly decided to risk opening the door. Before her stood a handsome, tanned man whose green eyes sparkled like the sun on their swimming poo...
