All posts by Sandra Graham

I am an artist and blogger living in Sydney, Australia. I am interested in Australian landscapes and lost suburbia, capturing them in photographs, paintings, prints and mixed media. @s_graham_art

Dough!

In the past year, we have discovered the joys of a bread maker. Its primary job is to make bread, of course. I make a loaf most weeks using my own ingredients (not pre-mixed stuff). The bread tastes great, and I know that it contains no preservatives. Some people might think that using a machine is the lazy person’s way of making bread – the clever machine kneads, rises, proofs, and bakes – but if it works, why not?

Homemade wholemeal bread

Last Easter, we made hot cross buns, again with the help of the bread maker. This time we used it to mix and raise the dough but did everything else manually. Again, it tasted lovely, and it wasn’t too sweet like store-bought buns. We hope to make another batch in a week or so when Easter comes around again.

Homemade hot cross buns

Lastly, we use the bread maker to make pizza dough. There’s an art to rolling the dough out thinly and then strategically arranging the ingredients, but the result is a great tasting pizza that’s isn’t overloaded with salt and fat.

Homemade Pizza

We’ve had some wonderful pizza parties where everyone made their own pizzas. It’s a novelty to many people to make their own pizzas, but it really shouldn’t be.

Even though we have had the help of a bread machine, baking isn’t rocket science. It does however take thought and preparation. Making pizza from scratch takes more than 20 minutes, which I suppose is time that most people don’t seem to have, but the convenience comes at the cost of taste, and health. We ate store-bought pizza the other week, and even the healthy choice pizza (sparing in meat and cheese) made me thirsty. That never happens when I eat homemade pizza. It makes me wonder at the amount of salt in pre-made food.

The supermarkets however are determined to sell convenience, and they seem to be slowly stripping their shelves of basic baking ingredients. For example, we can’t seem to buy dry yeast in canisters anymore, only in packs of 7g ‘single use’ sachets – no good to me since I use yeast by the teaspoonful, less than 7g worth. This is not the only sneaky thing the supermarkets have been up to. C’mon, why do you need pancake mix when the real thing is so easy to make? All I can say is, don’t be afraid of flour and dough, peoples. It really can be your best friend if you take the time to get to know it.

Valentine’s Day Dinner – Part 3

My contribution to our Valentine’s Day dinner was the dessert. The current year’s favourite dessert is apple and rhubarb crumble. It’s the dish I make for my parents-in-laws and hubby loves it too. I served it with a dollop of our homemade Greek yoghurt.

Valentine's Day Dinner

We’ve discovered yoghurt making in the last few months. It only takes a few minutes to prepare the mixture and overnight to ‘cook’. Yum!

The Garden – Part 2

There have been changes in the front yard too. We started with some ornamental pines, a hybiscus, and our lovely pink crepe myrtle tree. It hasn’t bloomed quite so much this year because of the rain. This was a year or two back, when we were in a pretty dry spell.

Summer blooms

What we have been successful with is rosemary. We now know that that plant can flourish anywhere. But we are most proud of our Australian flowering plants. We’ve planted grevilleas and the Sydney flannel flower, and are growing a pair of wattle bushes. But one bush that has been very spectacular is this one. I love the grey foliage and lavender bells. I’m not sure where in Australia it is from, Western Australia perhaps?

Purple Silver Bloom

The Garden – Part 1

The garden has been a work-in-progress ever since I moved in 3.5 years ago. It started off as a lawn with some vintage shrubs and hodge-podge of trees (weeds, as I found out) that have been left to grow on its own for way too long.

Before

There was a general clean-up done after moving in, but things were still pretty bare back then.

After

But in the last two years, we have built a vege patch and reaped a decent harvest. We were eating lots of kale and chives throughout the first season. In our second season we planted silverbeet, celery, tomatoes and soft herbs. Here they are in the spring.

Vege Patch

And here they are in late summer.

Vege Patch

The tomatoes had mostly died by then because of the excessive rains, but we harvested lots and lots of silverbeet, celery, and plenty of soft herbs too, reducing a little off our grocery bill. Now all our chilli plants are fruiting, although my husband is more excited about that than I am. He really loves hot food.

We still have a long way to go with regards to vege gardening, and gardening in general, but the garden is definitely looking better than ever.

Guard Dog

My parents say that my job (apart from looking beautiful) is to guard the house. I take this job very seriously, at least when my parents are in the house. At our city home, I lie by the door and guard against passing post men, door-to-door people, sometimes even other dogs.

On Guard

But I like guarding in our holiday home best. It’s the only place I can go on the sofas. I feel like a real princess then.

On Her Throne

I can look out over my empire and defend it against not only postmen and door-to-door people, but kids on bikes and skateboards and little furry pooches.

On Her Throne

And when it gets too much, which most of the time, I can zzzzzzzzzzz…

On Her Throne

Pat-a-Beagle

When I’m not sleeping, eating, playing, sniffing or guarding, I like, no demand, to be patted. After all, one has to feel like the princess one is.

My parents, by proxy, are my usual patters, but any visitor can pat me – I’m not fussy. I like to be stroked especially under the chin – oh, it does send me to doggy heaven when they do that.

If my parents get cheeky and ignore my pleas to be patted, I would first put on the most dejected puppy dog look. If that fails then I would paw/scratch them until they take notice of little old me. After all, what are parents but sources of love and affection for their children?

Patsies

The Art of Gnawing

On weekends, my parents give me a bone to gnaw on. This is my favourite food in the world (apart from yoghurt, tuna, ham fat… so many nice things to eat).

I like bones because they are really tasty, especially the creamy marrow. My parents are happy that I like bones because it keeps my breath sweet. The vet is happy that I like bones too. He says that I have the best teeth he has ever seen.

I try to make my bones last. I like to gnaw on them until they’re in pieces, and then come back to them again the next day, just in case there’s some flavour left. You never know!

Sometimes I get so enthusiastic with old bone bits that I end up digging a hole in search of them – by accident, of course. Other times, I bury them for further feasting a few weeks on. My parents don’t like me doing this. They say old bones give me bad breath. I usually ignore them and do it anyway.

As they say, waste not, want not.

Gnawing