piggy bank

Keep your mitts off my pig!

Jack has recently acquired a piggy bank and a passbook. He's more excited about the pig, though I'm sure if he could read what his balance is, he'd be quietly chuffed. He hadn't had the piggy bank very long before it was full as he went about the house picking up any loose change that was lying around. He also took on the ownership of the chicken piggy bank and spent lots of time tipping all the coins out and then laboriously putting them back in through the slot.

When we had a free morning we took both PB's into the Bendigo bank in Wagga to make a deposit. We were both a little excited because we knew we'd be using the whizz bang coin counting machine (yes, it doesn't take much to excite us country folk).

Jack stood on a chair and emptied the pig onto the conveyor belt, then pressed the special button that made it all disappear. Then the chicken was also emptied and another button pressed. The machine went to work counting and spitting out all foreign coins and objects (quite a bit of carpet fluff and lucky fur as I found out). We got the receipt

and presented it to the teller who the deposited it in Jack's account. All $54 and twenty cents of it. No wonder those piggy banks were heavy.

Retro Recipes

I'm preparing myself to do the time warp. Well, preparing my tastebuds anyway. Tomorrow night at Wagga Library there's going to be a special event called Revisiting Retro Recipes to tie in with an exhibition from the state library on cookbooks from the 50's, 60's and 70's. My friend Amy will be giving a talk and then her friend Sara will be doing a cooking demo. I'm on tenterhooks as I wait to find out what delightful dish she will be creating - Devils on horseback? Angels On Horseback? Devilled Eggs? Salmon Mousse? I've got my lbd and cardie ready and have borrowed a fetching little pink pillbox hat to wear and of course I'll be taking a plate (and camera). Now to decide between canned asparagus wrapped in white bread (with the crusts off) or an orange porcupine with cheese and onions. Tres Chic!

Vindaloo against violence

I heard a great interview on Radio National yesterday with Mia Northrop, the organiser of Vindaloo against violence. This coming Wednesday (24th Feb) she wants people to get together at their local Indian restaurant (or if you don't have one then make a curry) to show support for your local Indian community. Fantastic idea and an oh so Melbourne way of dealing with a problem (and I mean that in a good way). We'll definitely be partaking but as we don't have a conveniently located restaurant nearby we'll be eating homemade curry- I just have to decide what kind to make. It doesn't have to be vindaloo, just make sure you register on the site (it takes about 5 seconds) so they know how many people are getting involved and then make sure you eat your curry. Such hardship!
Great recipes on the SBS food safari website or taste.com.au or have a look at the BBC website where they have a Madhur Jaffrey recipe for duck vindaloo.

Rated Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!

On Wednesday we normally go to playgroup but then I found out that storytime at the library would be a piratical affair and well, how could we resist? Jack's costume is getting a touch small so I had to ease (yank) it over his noggin. There were loads of kids there but no one else had got the memo about the theme.I heard a mother behind me say,"she must've known" either that or I always parade my poor son in public as a pirate. I did contemplate wearing some pirate clothes too, or at least a parrot but decided against it.

Michael did the stories and was fantastic as always. He read a great book by Pamela Allen called where's the gold with a very squawky parrot. Each time Michael squawked a child started to cry so in the end he had to whisper the squawk.


Jack volunteered (not one but two hands up in the air) to go up the front for a version of 5 cheeky pirates jumping on the bed and seemed nonplussed when he had to sit down again.

After craft (making a pirate hat, which was lucky because even though we'd taken one he refused to wear it)

Michael finished with some tricky pirate paper craft and a staring competition with Jack, then we were off to the park.

It was pretty hot and not really the day to be playing in a 100% polyester (so breathable) pirate suit, but Jack didn't care launching himself down (and up) the slide with great enthusiasm.
There was a kid's birthday party happening right next to the slide but strangely Jack seemed oblivious to the presence of cake. Fortunate because they certainly weren't generously offering the cake to all the kiddies in the immediate vicinity. My mum used to do that which I have to say was a very nice thing to do though I remember one birthday at the spaghetti factory being quietly indignant that she was giving away my cake, thank goodness I got over that! (brat)

And so eventually my little pirate was ready to set sail for home. We took a walk back around the lagoon and went to find our ship.

Breakfast in bed

Jack brought me breakfast in bed this morning. No, it's not my birthday, he is a morning person and I am not. Obviously I was dallying too long (6.30am) so he thought he'd lure me out of bed with something delicious. And here it is and yes, he did make it all by himself.

Rain

We got some rain the other day. I checked the gauge and it said 3.5mm which seemed odd because there were HUGE puddles everywhere. Later S told me he'd emptied it that morning (another 21 mm) and that seemed more like it. Jack of course was gleefully eyeing off those deep, muddy puddles and jamming on his gumboots at every opportunity - mostly on the right feet. So after we'd changed out of our playgroup duds and put on some daggy gear he was allowed to don his gumbies and splash to his heart's content which he did. It was so lovely to be outside without the sun beating down on us, just the fresh smell from the rain and the lemon scented gum.

gift of giving?

Every Christmas our library does this rather wonderful thing where people pay for their fines with food. It's a win win situation and it leaves everyone feeling warm and fuzzy, hopefully including the people that receive the food via the salvos. It's always interesting to see how much people bring in and what they decide to donate. Sometimes (but not always) it seems like the people with the small fines donate the most whilst others with enormous fines, well you get the idea. When it finishes we trawl through everything and box it up and Mr Salvo takes it away. It is amazing how many obscure or expired items turn up from the back of people's cupboards. Like this which I found yesterday. It really weighs 2.72kg.

Ingredients: Beef 88%, beef hearts......