Where to Tomorrow?


My sister Michelle is one clever little coconut, and over the last 12 months has been quietly working away on building her own travel website, Where To Tomorrow. The website is a personal account of travel, with anecdotes and the types of handy hints you won't find on other travel sites, such as 'how to travel with friends and stay friends' and my personal fave, 'how to maximise your time inflight.' Here's an excerpt:

There are a few questions that tend to plague most people, who shot JFK, do aliens really exist, do these jeans make me look fat and how the hell am I going get through the next 18 hours on a plane without wanting to kill everyone on board including myself.

Yes I know there’s mid flight movies, rouge newspapers in foreign languages and a pack on Xanex in your bag. But more often that not you will need more then that to pass away the mind numbingly dull hours while traveling… Here’s a few tips that I’ve learned along the way

ALCOHOL

Yes folks this is were to tell your kids to stop reading. But let me give you, not only a hot tip, but an equation that would make Albert Einstein proud. Booze = fun and fun = time going faster. Now I’m not encouraging you get so incoherent that you you think you’re arriving in Berlin instead of Bangkok. But a good mid air sample of the local wines will not only relax you but help your frame of mind. Especially for some of my future suggestions. And hey if anyone asks red wine really does improve mid flight circulation.

FIND ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE

Now I suggest follow this up after step one. Let me throw another equation at you planes = lots of people, lots of people = some have to be hot. It’s a jungle out there kids but in a confined space it’s loads of fun. Something as simple as a stroll around the cabin can do the trick. As can the beverage section mid flight. I have, on more then one occasion, turned this into my own private bar. And for those of you with balls of steel, never be afraid to chat to said stranger because rest assured they are as bored as you are.

She's a funny one, my sister... anyway, she's asked me to write a little article for her website on 'top tips for travelling with children'. I've had a little go, but the truth is I don't have all that much experience travelling with children, yet! Here's what I've got so far, I'm up to #5 and I'd love any further top tips you can provide to help with my piece!

I think it was Mia Freedman who made an observation once that travelling with one’s children was not to be confused with any previous preconception of a ‘holiday.’ Holidays with children, she said, was simply lifting up one’s life and transporting it into another place for a while. Luxuriously sipping cocktails by the pool; relaxing with a Summer romance novel; going out for a long, boozy lunch – these were part of the ‘old’ concept of a ‘holiday’ and were not to be confused with the reality of travelling with children.

Here’s 10 top tips for travelling with your beloved offspring. And remember, if all else fails – do keep your return flight flexible…

Tip #1. Lower your expectations.

The word ‘relax’ and ‘children’ are a juxtaposition at the best of times. Accept before you leave home that you will not be lying poolside with a cocktail at sunset. In fact, you may not even seea sunset.

Tip #2. Ensure there is a Kids Club.

Folks, don’t leave home without it. When choosing your resort holiday, ensure it has a kids club. The kids will love it. You’ll love it. Its win win for all concerned.

Tip #3. Packing light does not apply to children.

At 2am, with the entire family crammed into one small hotel room and paper-thin walls between you and your neighbours either side… now is not the time to realise you left the spare dummy at home. The one you DID bring, you realise, was left on the plane. Now is not necessarily the most convenient time to try out controlled-crying.

Tip #4. You can never have enough snacks.

Children + snacks = time. When you spend 2 hours in the hot midday sun lined up outside the Lourve with your tiny beloved crammed into a hired stroller, you’ll see what I mean. Bring snacks. And plenty of them.

Tip #5. Be prepared to spend a lot of time in your hotel room.

We went to Tasmania for a week when our baby was 4 months old. Stayed right in the capital, where all the good restaurants are. Know how many restaurants we frequented come nightfall?

You guessed it.

Takeaway or room service. Your only options, unless you are a sadist. Enjoy your restaurant experience at lunch time.

... and that's all I've come up with thus far. Helllllp! What can you add?? x

7 Things


My lovely blogging friend Katena from Taylor Made Baking has given me an award - always lovely to receive an award. This one is called the Sunshine Award and I need to list 7 things about me! Before I move on to me I must encourage you all to visit Katena's blog and look at her beautiful baking creations - Katena has followed many blogs for a while now and has only recently started her own - she always leaves such lovely and encouraging comments so please pay her a visit.

So now here are 7 (some interesting some not so interesting) things about me.

1. Before children I used to run marathons - I have run about 15 marathons mostly the ultra bush style marathon including 6 six foot track marathons, an oxfam 100km trailwalker (in which I was part of the winning female team), numerous other off road marathons and I ran the test marathon for the Sydney Olympics in 2000

2. I met my husband when I worked at the gym - I was the aerobics instructor and he was in my class! He proposed after I ran the 2000 Sydney marathon and it was my 32nd birthday!

3. I am the eldest of two girls and Mr A is one of four boys.

4. I never thought I would have boys - I have had four girls and would imagine if I had four more I would still have girls (not that I am going to test this theory!)

5. I have an incredible sweet tooth (which I have passed on to my cheeky 4 year old) and will always make room for dessert (or cake, or chocolate)

6. Surprise surprise my favourite colour is pink.

7. I have been married twice (had a brief marriage in my twenties that I got out of as fast as I got in).

So now I need to pass this on to some other fellow blogs so I am going to pick a few of the new blogs that I have recently found - these lovely girls read my blog and always leave such lovely comments for me.










Leanne

Wasabi Horsekicks

There's a reason Wasabi is a horseraddish. When you eat too much it's like getting kicked in the head by a horse. What a rush and entirely legal!

I love everything about sushi and sashimi*. The bite size pieces (bite size presumably if you have a mouth like Julia Roberts.) The care needed to create each bite. The colour and order and general asethetics. The almost vom-worthy idea of eating raw fish but you eat it anyway.

I've never been to Japan and I'm fairly certain they don't serve all their food on little trains. But how good is that! You walk in, you start eating immediately. Or, if you're Cappers, you walk in, you watch the little dishes going around and around and around and around and eventually the authentic Japanese crumbed calamari makes its way around so you knock over 2 soy sauce bowls, 48 wasabi packets and three plates of inari to get to it, you start eating immediately. Your mother grabs the plate off the train before you start circling the restaurant.

I'd eat sushi/sashimi for lunch everyday if it wasn't so darn expensive. And strangely unfilling. You eat and eat and eat and suddenly the $3.50 per plate doesn't seem such a bargain afterall. That'll be $78, m'am, says the cute-in-the-way-that-all-Japanese-girls/women-are-cute waitress. 78 what, dollars or yen? you reply in witty disbelief. Cute waitress rolls her eyes, looks pointedly at your gigantic figure. You hand over the cash. Darn you, sushi / sashimi.  Darn you for making me love you and exposing just why Australian women often get old and fat.

* Covering myself here. No idea which is which. Think sushi is the rice one and sashimi is the fish-only one. Too lazy to google it.


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I added this post to Life in a Pink Fibro's Weekend Rewind on 4.12.10

lOVE it

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simple pleasures...








Lemon Curd Recipe

120 ml lemon juice
(i used fresh lemons from Grandma's garden) such a difference in taste!

180 g butter
120 g sugar
2 fresh eggs

To make the lemon curd...

bring the lemon juice and butter to boil in a saucepan. Mix together the sugar and eggs and add to the boiling liquid, whisking continuously until it reboils.

Pour lemon curd into a bowl and allow to cool. Serve with sweet pastry, meringue, pancakes or as a dip with assorted fruit. (recipe via The Bathers' Pavilion Cookbook)
homegrown ingredients...a lovely mix



There is something so wholesome about fresh farm eggs...I was given fresh eggs and a bunch of home grown rosemary by a friend of mine over the weekend. We enjoyed the eggs scrambled on toast and made a batch of pancakes to share with our family who have just recently enjoyed the birth of their first baby. The rosemary smelt lovely and the sprigs looked pretty on our dining table.

It's always nice to have a quiet weekend playing in the park, going on walks and cooking yummy food. I attempted my first batch of sweet lemon curd which I have to say was easier than I expected it to be....yummy drizzled on pancakes with banana and strawberries.

Midsummer's Dream

Midsummer's Dream by Torie Jayne
Midsummer's Dream by Torie Jayne
Midsummer's Dream by Torie Jayne

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I am just dreaming of spending as much time outside as I can in this wonderful weather we are having.

Have a sweet day!