All I can use are cliches
Like breakfast dishes
Coloured in Chinese Willow
Beauty debased by familiarity
All the words were used
Long before we met
By others, to whom a muse
granted a ready tongue, yet
For the first time I love you
A new love and no new phrases
All I can use are cliches.
Thank you, Buff, for forty-six wonderfully interesting years.
For three wonderful children and our eight grandchildren
And for you being you!
A long time ago, back in the dark ages of the late ’40′s, my brother and I lived on series of farms as our father moved around.
On one farm, possibly in Dalwallinu, or maybe Cunderdin (Wheatbelt towns for those outside Western Australia) we used to clean our teeth each night leaning over the edge of the verandah.
Mum had a habit of adopting little lambs if they were orphaned.
One year she adopted a cute little lamb and watched it grow despite our boyish enthusiasm for using it as motive power when we were tired of pedalling out little pedal car. We never did manage to get Lambsie to “fetch” like a real pet would.
We also did not notice it was developing two bumps on its head.
One day, after some months of playing with Mum’s pet, we were cleaning our teeth and leaning over the edge of the verandah, a couple of feet in the air, which is quite a distance if you are only a couple of feet tall!
We were concentrating on what we were doing and didn’t notice Lambsie coming up behind us.
Suddenly my brother was butted in the backside and over he went, face first into the dirt!
I started laughing so hard at his discomfort that I didn’t notice Lambsie come up behind me!
With both of us bawling our eyes out, Mum came out to see what had happened.
She laughed at us and called Dad out to see. Dad comforted us by promising that we would not be bothered by the young ram, Lambsie, again!
That Sunday, Lambsie was the best tasting Roast Lamb we had ever had!
This cake contains three of the compulsive food sins.
Caffeine, Chocolate and Alcohol.
The good news is that it only takes around half an hour to prepare, an hour to cook, six hours for the topping to set, serves 12 and only adds two inches to a waistline per serve.
Oh, that last one may not be good news.
Ingredients (serves 12)
1 1/3 cups (330ml) freshly brewed espresso
200g dark chocolate
2/3 cup (160ml) Marsala
250g butter, chopped
2 cups (400g) brown sugar
1 1/2 cups (225g) plain flour
1/2 cup (75g) self-raising flour
2 eggs, lightly whisked
1 cup (250ml) thickened cream
1/4 cup (45g) icing sugar mixture
1 cup (240ml) Marsala, extra
Icing sugar, to dust
Preheat oven to 150°C. Grease and line the base and sides of two 10x25cm loaf pans with baking paper.
Combine the coffee, chocolate, Marsala and butter in a medium saucepan over low heat. Cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes or until chocolate and butter melt and mixture is smooth. Remove from heat and set aside for 5 minutes to cool.
Add the sugar and stir to combine. Sift the combined flours over the chocolate mixture and use a balloon whisk to stir to combine. Add the egg and stir to combine. Pour evenly among the prepared pans. Bake in preheated oven for 1 hour or until a skewer inserted in the centre comes out clean. Remove from heat and set aside to cool completely.
Use an electric mixer to whisk the cream until soft peaks form. Combine the mascarpone, icing sugar and 1/4 of the extra Marsala in a medium bowl. Add cream and gently fold until just combined.
Drink the remaining Marsala.
Use a large serrated knife to level the top of each cake. Cut each mud cake into 3 even layers. Line each loaf pan with plastic wrap, allowing the sides to overhang. Place the bottom layer of each cake in the base of the lined pans. Spoon half the mascarpone mixture over and smooth the surface with the back of a spoon. Continue layering with remaining cake and mascarpone mixture. Cover with plastic wrap and place in the freezer for 6 hours to set.
250g punnet strawberries, washed, hulled
2 x 150g punnets raspberries
2 x 120g punnets blueberries
1 tbs icing sugar mixture
1/2 cup (120ml) Grande Marnier
Combine the strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, icing sugar and half of the liqueur in a glass or ceramic bowl. Set aside for 1 hour to macerate.
Drink the remaining liqueur.
Turn the mud cake out, top-side down, onto a serving platter. Use a sharp knife to trim the edges. Dust with icing sugar.
Spoon the berries over the top.
Cut into slices to serve. One slice for Aunt Heather, one slice for me, one slice for Cousin Jilly, one slice for me, one slice for Aunt Margaret, one shlice for me. Must shave, umm, keep shome of the resht for tomorrowow. (Polite hic!)
Written by a daughter of human rights activist Abdulhadi Alkhawaja and published in a series of tweets. Her baby is just one year old.
Oh coward men of the dark
When you break in on a chilling night
Trying to control all warmth and light
When you come to take me away
Remember my baby never opposed
Your masters in any way
Remember my child sleeps peacefully
Thinking the world is filled with harmony
Don’t scare my daughter she’s only one
She still doesn’t know what evil has done
The cycle of fear hasn’t yet begun
She knows only the safety of the womb of her mum
My baby sleeps without a care
Thinking the world must be just and fair
Believing her mother will always be there
Baby, if tomorrow I am not here
Holding you in my arms
Kissing you on your cheeks
Tickling your tiny feet
Know that other than metal bars
Nothing could ever keep me away
Know no matter where I’m taken to
My heart with you will always stay.
@angryarabiya tweeted next; I’m starting to believe the theory that they dont make arrests after 4am, I will go get some sleep now. Gdnight every1, luv from Bahrain
Please, dear reader, if you get the urge, pass these words onwards. The struggle in Bahrain is not a war, like in Libya. It is a peaceful struggle by people wanting freedom who are willing to face the guns and thugs and torture of the King with empty hands and bare chests. If you are on Twitter, follow the tweets of the brave and eloquent @angryarabiya
Protect your children’s eyes from this execrable offering.
Preferably it would be best if you didn’t watch it.
This is absolutely disgusting and completely beyond the pale.
Remember – what has been seen cannot be unseen.
If you insisted on watching, don’t blame me for any psychological disturbances you now suffer. I did try to warn you!
This bit of Perth has changed over the years, as have I.
This day, Two Score and Four years ago this was my destination.
All suited up and as nervous as Hell. One life was ending and another beginning.
I entered this church a single man. And left it married.