STEWED RHUBARB w BLOOD ORANGE & GREEK YOGHURT

Stewed rhubarb is what I made on Sunday afternoon. Fresh local rhubarb from the markets with some left over blood oranges from Saturday's weekend challenge. After about half an hour of searching through my cook books, I ended up appropriating a Jamie Oliver recipe which I found online but I made a couple of little tweaks to suit what I had available at home and to my taste.

Stewed Rhubarb w Blood Orange

Bunch of fresh Rhubarb

Juice and zest of 1 Blood Orange 

Half a cup to a cup sugar (sweetness to your taste)

1. Slice rhubarb into 4cm sections and place into a pot

2. Add zest and juice, plus a ladle full of water

3. Add sugar and bring to the boil, then turn down the heat and simmer for about 5 minutes.

Serve over some full fat greek yoghurt, or perhaps over some toasted sour dough with a dollop of greek yoghurt and a spoonful of stewed rhubarb on top.

Note: If you like it to be a bit more syrupy, add a tablespoon or two of extra water and sugar.

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MARKET DAY

 

Sunday is market day. Not every Sunday, only once or twice a month. Today we met up with a beautiful new friend, and her son and my son playfully followed along behind us, jumping over tree roots and skipping as we forged our way through the markets to pick up some vintage finds for her and some fruit and vegetables for me. Soon after arriving, Pat and I got straight to business -two spinach and cheese gozelemes and a chilli pulled pork bun, right off the bat. We spent most of the mid morning and early afternoon wandering around and catching up with friends as we strolled and stopped and strolled along the busy pathways. The weather was not so bright earlier in the day, but the tenacious sunshine stuck around and it made for a gorgeous afternoon in the sunshine. After our snowcones, we headed home and I greedily spilled the contents of my bags onto the table and I plonked myself down on the couch with Vinnie on my lap and a stack of cookbooks next to us, dog earring the appropriate pages with ideas for this weeks meals.

 

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WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

When I was a kid I can remember often being asked, "Where are you from?". I was a bit of a slow learner you see, and it took me until my mid-twenties to realise that when people asked me this, they weren't asking about where I lived, they were asking me about my heritage. I can remember being asked by my best friends mum if I was Sri Lanken and I cringe thinking about my eight year old response at the time, "What does that mean?". I often get claimed by all sorts of people; Indians, Maori's, Sri Lanken's, Greek's, South American's and Indigenous Australian's. Whenever this happens, I often think about how I could have been an awesome spy morphing into different people with different stories to tell, maybe in another lifetime. When this board came up at my local coffee spot my hubby very excitedly put my pin on for me, I wonder how many other people will also be pinning Papua New Guinea?

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