Monday, November 26, 2012

I've Moved

Hi there,

It's been a rather long absense from this part of the web. Not because I've stopped recording my days but rather I've moved web homes.

You can now find me at


Please come on over for a visit soon.


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

How to make a Sourdough Starter

Quite some time ago, I had this wild idea and decided to try making sourdough bread. It sounded all earthy and somewhat romantic to, not only make my own bread (which I've been doing for many years) but to start the entire process from scratch. Using nothing but flour, water and a bit of salt to create delicious, homely, earthy sourdough bread. Ahhh....

With great enthusiasm I began. . . . . Three attempts later, I had a starter I could work with.

Since then, many loaves of sourdough have been produced in my kitchen. Some declared as 'perfect' and others almost inedible. I've discovered that my pet sourdough starter doesn't really like the heat of our sub-tropical summer and only lasted a couple hours before wanting to be fed again, or else it goes rather sour, in a not-so-good way. (It's been nick-named my pet, but it's rather like a baby at times). I've discovered that on our cool, winter days it requires a bit more time to prove. I also found out that it loves the warm morning sunshine found beside our bedroom window - so do I, coincidentally!

My pet and I have got to know each other fairly well now and I've developed a routine and recipe which seem to work perfectly every (well almost every) time.

Today I'll walk you through the process of making the starter and keep posted for the next instalment when I explain the process of making the sourdough bread itself.


Making a Sourdough Starter:



:: Good Quality Wholemeal Flour
:: Filtered water
:: Juice of Half an Orange

Day One:

:: Put 4 Tablespoons of flour in a bowl
:: Whisk in juice of half an orange and approx 4 Tablespoons water. This should make a thick but stir-able batter.
:: Whisk for a couple minutes.
:: Loosely cover bowl with cling film and leave it in a warm place. Possibly beside an open kitchen window.


Day Two:

:: Stir in another 4 Tablespoons of flour and 4 Tablespoons of water.
:: Loosely cover bowl with cling film and leave it in a warm place

Day Three:

:: Stir in another 4 Tablespoons of flour and 4 Tablespoons of water.
:: Loosely cover bowl with cling film and leave it in a warm place
Hopefully your batter will be showing signs of action, bubbling and rising up in the bowl.

Day Four:

:: Tip out about half of the starter.
:: Feed with 4 Tablespoons of both flour and water.

This is a good time to evaluate your starter.

:: If it has shown no signs of bubbles at all it's probably not worth continuing, I'd start again, maybe with different flour or location.
:: If it is showing a small amount of bubbling action but not doubling in size each day, then continue feeding as per day four until it is showing good signs of activity.
:: If your starter is bubbling away nicely a few hours after feeding and it doubles up in size then it's probably ready to use.
:: If you aren't sure, then give it another day or two or even more (feeding daily as per day four) - it won't hurt.


A few comments I'll add:

:: Don't rush this process. You are breeding a living, yeasty organism here. Growing a 'pet' from thin air, sort of. So give it time to develop.
:: But if you think it's just not working then be prepared to throw that one out and give it another go.
:: Depending on how heavy your flour is, you may need to add extra water each feed. Even up to twice the volume of water. Remember you want a thick, stir-able batter.
:: The starter needs approximately half it's volume in food (flour and water) each day - or twice daily in hot weather. That's why you begin to tip out some of the starter each day. If you kept feeding as much as it needed, you would end up with one very large container full, very quickly.
:: Once you have a nice active starter you can either use it or tip some out at each feed.
:: Once your starter is active you can then keep it in the fridge and then it only needs feeding weekly.

Please leave a comment if you have any questions. I'll try to answer them but do remember I'm not an expert, I've just figured out a system that works for me.

Monday, July 9, 2012

Live. . . .

 With life being turned inside out and upside down lately, uncertainty is shrouding everywhere I look. Trying to make arrangements for a child's weekly class and I can't even give a straight answer because I don't really know what my life will look like in a months time.  It's a bit unsettling to be sitting on the brink of something wonderful - a change we have worked towards, a new stage in our family life. Going through the motions of daily life which seem so mundane and 'normal' and 'routine' when our life at the moment is anything but.

It's good to get a shake up every now and then. A chance to view life from the outside. An opportunity to evaluate and decide:

What makes our family unique. . . .
What makes us come alive. . . .
What we want our family memories to be. . . .
What we love. . . .
What we want more of. . . .
How we want to live. . . .

I've been made aware just how important the small moments are. Taking the time to stop and notice the world which is flying by at a frantic pace. Determining to be grateful simply because I'm the one who gets the privilege of living my life. Making the effort to say 'yes' more and follow through on those things which I say I'll do 'soon' but 'soon' very often doesn't come.

It's about finding the joy, the good, the beauty in the everyday.

I've been forced to reevaluate the importants and the urgents. It's so easy to let my days fill with the urgents and squeeze out any space for the truly importants.

Looking at life objectively has made me realize I want to be even more intentional with my time. I want to cultivate life and joy in my home. I want to truly live.

::  Live Intentional.
::  Live Grateful.
::  Live Joyfully.
::  Live Fully.
::  Live my Love.
::  Live my Dream.

Truly LIVE.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Holidays are for......

:: enjoying the warm, winter sunshine
:: playing with Eamon and rocks and buckets and spoons (quite an odd mix, I agree)
:: listening to the violin and cello sounding so melodious in the background
:: trying a new idea for breakfast (and have the entire family say it was yummy)
:: squealing with delight as my bub gains confidence learning to walk
:: reading book after book after book after book
:: celebrating four family birthdays
:: shopping with my sister (and no children!)
:: partying the night away in 50's style to celebrate turning 21 (my sister, not me)
:: chatting, organizing and giggling for 5 whole days with my beautiful little sis.
:: cuddling my delightful 6 week old niece for the first time
:: getting to know an Egyptian Mummy at the local museum
:: sharing Nicholas' delight as he sees the Rosetta Stone in real life
:: listening to Holly as she tries to whistle now that she has a big, 2 tooth gap
:: dreaming of the future and what it might hold for us
:: sewing a present for a precious, newborn friend
:: finding all sorts of odd things as I sort through the top shelves of our cupboards
:: working on a new project (I'll tell you about it soon)
:: savouring a coffee with my bestest friend (otherwise know as my Mum)
:: walking down memory lane as we revisit our childhood home
:: camping out in style, with a warm fire and carpeted floor
:: packing and unpacking and packing and unpacking as we visit family and celebrate birthdays
:: watching Alexander design the 'perfect' train track
:: loving the relaxed, holiday feel
:: making lots of family memories

Monday, June 25, 2012

My Favourite Moment

As crazy as this may seem, my favourite moment was nothing to do with the conference. I actually had two of these moments, one on each morning I was there.

It seemed rather silly to be setting an alarm in those early morning hours when I crawled into my bed, after some rather fun, and rather late, chats and giggles with my Mum and friends. But the interesting thing was, at 6:00 the next morning both my and my Mum's (who I shared a room with) alarms went off in unison, with the exact ring tone and all! How crazy is that!!!

A sideways glance at each other and some kind of mumble about beach and sunrise was all it took. We both jumped out of bed (reluctantly crawled may be further to the truth) and pulled on our running shoes. Without a second thought I bundled up my sleeping baby, quickly wrapped a quilt around him and hurried toward the sound of waves. The sound of the ocean had been calling me since we arrived the evening before and a sunrise was beconning even louder.

We found our way to the beach (quite amazing as neither of us are gifted in navigation skills and we got totally lost finding our way to the restaurant the evening before). The light was just beginning to show itself and the new moon shining down as if to welcome us to the weekend.

Then. . . . it was spectacular. The sun rose over the water with deserving magnificance. It even rendered my 13 month old, busy boy, silent and still (and that's really saying something!).

The rising sun is a sight I'll never tire of. I left that beach filled with renewed energy, excitement, refreshment and inspiration.

A small sacrifice of sleep seemed so insignificance in the beauty of the morning.

The next morning I had my family staying with me, so it was with trepidation that I ignored all that well-meaning advice to 'never wake a sleeping child'. I woke all four children and my husband and bundled them all down that sandy track in the semi-darkness, some still adorned in pj's and other wrapped in a mottley assortment of patchwork quilts to shield against the cold.

But oh. . . . it was worth it. What an honour to share such a moment of glorious beauty with my precious family. The conference my have been fantastic, but the moment that took my breath away was 6:34am on the beach.

A small amount of effort to experience more than beauty, it was magnificance.