![]() I am happy to say that practice does help. My friends all know what to expect when they come to dinner "Are you finished taking pictures?" or "Did you get a photo of so & so?" I never let them wait too long and the food is NEVER cold! I now have over 6000 photos on Zaar - some fairly good and some definitely not so good. Taking photos of my culinary efforts is a full time hobby and I love it. I feel very privileged to be one of the hosts on the Photo Forum. I can't imagine being without it! It has become part of my daily routine. At the end of the thirty minutes, hook the prunes out and reduce the remaining water to a syrupy consistency.On JanuI will celebrate 9 years of Life with Zaar. The prunes will absorb most of the water. Bring to the boil and simmer covered, for thirty minutes. To stew the prunes combine 1 cup prunes with 1 ½ cups water and 1 tablespoon of lemon juice. Whisk the eggs, sugar and vanilla in a bowl and add to the cooked sago mix, stirring constantly. It’s warm, comforting and just the thing for winter.Ĭombine sago and milk in a small saucepan and cook until clear. Why else would I write a recipe using the food world’s least sexy ingredients? My name is Amanda and I’m a sago lover, I'm partial to prunes and there are bats residing in my belfry. The constant chatter, songs from Frozen and insistence that I learn the hand signals for Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree have done me in. ![]() It was while we were constructing an insect mobile that she declared it absolutely necessary that we both stick red glittery beetles to our foreheads. I suspect it’s probably the crafting that was the tipping point. She needs to be interacted with, she needs to be entertained, she needs to craft. ![]() She’s a tenacious tyke who, despite barking like a seal when she exerts herself, will not cuddle up under a blanket and watch back to back episodes of Disney Junior. The Big Sister loves school, so every morning this week, when the realisation hit that she was too crook to go, there were floods of tears. We’ve been laying low at Casa de Cooker, not leaving the house except to buy groceries and drop the Little Sister to her day care mother. The Big Sister has a cough which draws uncomfortable stares and inspires old people to cross the street. ![]() By my calculations it’s been 8 days, 2 hours, 14 minutes and 3 seconds since I was alone, even for one waking minute. ![]()
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