Raspberry, Coconut and Lemon Drizzle Cake


There is nothing I enjoy more than a home baked cake with a freshly brewed pot of strong tea.  It's one of life's simplest pleasures, and a ritual I enjoy partaking in as often as I can.  I love baking.  I find it's such a rewarding process.  It never ceases to amaze me how a few basic ingredients can be mixed together and baked, only to turn out to be something entirely different and delicious - it's culinary magic!

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Girello Pot Roast


This Girello pot roast is the dish we most request whenever mum has the family over for lunch or dinner.  It has always been one of my favourite recipes of hers.  Unfortunately, as with most European cooks, my mother has never written the recipe down - it's all in her head, passed down to her by my grandmother through watching her and helping her cook this dish when she was a young girl herself.  As such, when it came to me asking her how she makes it, she gave me a list of ingredients and explained how to cook it, but provided me with no measurements.  When I quizzed her, she shrugged and said it's all in the eye, the hand and the taste, which didn't really help me.

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Rosemary and Cheese Damper


Each year we spend Good Friday gathered at my in-laws for lunch, where we feast on seafood and salads.  As is often the case, we eat far too much and are over-full, as none of us can resist a second helping of whatever delicious dish each one of us has contributed to the day.

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Taking stock


It's been a few weeks since we completed our kitchen renovations, and I couldn't be happier with the result.  My new farmhouse kitchen is country meets Shaker-style, with a little bit of Hamptons thrown into the mix.  It has timber benchtops, with a generous kitchen island that I've been dreaming about for years, as I finally have the space to spread out when I make my own pasta and knead bread.  It also has a huge double farmhouse sink with a vintage faucet, which I adore, although I have to admit I now find myself terrified each and every time I wash one of my heavy cast iron pots in it.

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Italian Roast Potatoes


Since as long as I can remember (and obviously long before my time), it had always been a tradition in my family to gather together with the extended family on a Sunday to eat lunch.  My nanna, mother and aunties would be busy in the kitchen cooking up a storm while the men would either help out when directed to, or keep out of the way of the kitchen entirely at risk of being told off.  My cousins and I would be running around playing outdoors until such time as we were asked to come in and set the table for lunch.

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