watermelon spread

Every FriYAY, my friends and I (and our six little munchkins) get together and because we so desperately needed a mix up of our groundhog FriYAY routine, we threw a watermelon themed birthday party. Watermelon is super sweet right now and shops are going gaga for watermelon paraphernalia (guilty as charged: SeedKmart and Cotton On) because you guys, it’s summer tomorrow!

And you know you’re onto a winner when the prep is easy, the food is healthy, the kids love it, and who am I kidding, the most important thing of all, it all looks bloody awesome in photos 😀

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walnut fudge brownies

There are a number of signs that point to getting old(er). Grey hairs, aching joints, wrinkles. Except I don’t have wrinkles because #asiangenes! Greys, definitely. But that’s another story.

A change I didn’t expect is my sudden urge to be friendly. Usually as you get older you become less friendly, or rather, you tolerate less bullshit so basically you cut out the bullshitters ie most of your “friends” during your 20s. And it’s not like I want to be friendly with just anyone, but for the first time in my life, I actually want to be friends with all of my neighbours.

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After slogging away in the corporate world for over 15 years (yes, I’m that old), life handed me an opportunity recently and without so much of a glance backwards (because bye late night conference calls!) I’m heading for a change of pace, a slower gear, more time to eat and stuff be a mum.

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Yesterday Sam turned three years old. I’ve been thinking all week about writing this post. Usually I have lots to say when my kids turn a year older, because something significant has happened, or they’ve just turned into the devil’s spawn. Or something. But I have nothing, and I don’t think it’s because Sam in un-interesting. He’s just been same ol’ same ol’. So like, I have nothing new to bitch about.

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crispy pork burger with asian slaw

crispy pork belly burger with Asian slaw

When I like something, I get a liiiiiittle bit obsessive about it. I mean, if you know me, you know all about me and matcha. It’s a miracle I’m not actually green. In more recent years, there’s been West Juliett’s chicken salad and of course, now there’s Flour Drum, whose food I splash across Instagram so frequently that I’ve been asked – on more than one occasion – whether they’re actually paying me.

Errr no, they’re not.

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