Remembering Roast Dinners, Chocolate Fudge, and Ron Barassi

Chocolate fudge

Growing up in country Tasmania, in the 60โ€™s and 70โ€™s, we didnโ€™t have much in the way of sweet things in our house. I didn't get the supermarket cakes or biscuits in my lunch box that my friends would get. It seemed like my mother was on a perpetual diet. And with four kids to … Continue reading Remembering Roast Dinners, Chocolate Fudge, and Ron Barassi

Mum’s Caff

The golden afternoon light shines into the living room. I love this time of day. My pattern says there should be 240 stitches by the end of the row. โ€œNobody talk to me for a minute,โ€ I announce, โ€œIโ€™m counting.โ€  Ah, dear. Too late now, I realise Iโ€™ve made a school girl error โ€“ never … Continue reading Mum’s Caff