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  • August 2022
    M T W T F S S

Bent, and folded

After all the bending and folding (and ironing) today, it’s no wonder I nearly forgot to post!

I really do take my hat off to all the real foodies out there who make their own puff pastry, but with some things, the quick fix is often the easiest.

I found a wonderful recipe in one of the little booklets which Woolies posts out from time to time, and so after the hustle and bustle of the month end hoards at the mall, this was just the thing to make for our supper last night:

Bill Granger’s Tomato and Onion Tart (as tweaked by Halfy who can never be bothered to read a recipe through)

2 T olive oil 1 x 375 g packet puff pastry
600g finely sliced onions 25g finely grated parmesan cheese
2 t soft brown sugar 800g sliced mixed tomatoes
1 T Balsamic vinegar 3 T pitted olives
½ t sea salt Freshly ground black pepper


  • Preheat your oven to 220°C.
  • Sweat the onions in the olive oil over a medium heat for 20 minutes.
  • Add the sugar, balsamic vinegar, salt and pepper and continue to cook for another 5 minutes, or until the onions are soft and caramelised. Remove from the heat and allow to cool.
  • Roll out the pastry to a 20 x 40 cm rectangle on a lightly floured surface.
  • Trim the edges with a sharp knife and place on a lined baking tray.
  • Score a 1 cm border along the edges of the pastry, taking care not to cut all the way through.
  • Prick the pastry with a fork, and sprinkle the Parmesan within the scored edges.
  • Place the onion on the pastry base, and arrange the tomato and olives on top of the onion.
  • Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, or until the pastry is puffed and golden brown.
  • Remove from the oven and allow to rest for 5 minutes.

The original recipe called for the tart to be decorated with 2 large handfuls of rocket dressed in a little olive oil and lemon juice. Our rocket is still too small to be used, so I roughly tore up a generous handful of basil leaves, and scattered that over the top before serving.

I used nothing but Rosa tomatoes, sliced in half. I also omitted the olives, and used Pecorino cheese instead of the Parmesan as Woolies was all out of Parmesan (horror of horrors)!

The Tart's Tart


It be raining! A wonderful steady rain since midnight which has already soaked into the dry earth. And no need for me to go outside to stand in it either as I’m wont to do; Lucyanydots has decided that this wondrous thing called water is great to play in, and has delighted in nipping in and out the bedroom window. There’s nothing like waking up with the shock of a cold, wet furry little body curling up on your naked back. One of these days I’ll be able to levitate myself without a magician’s illusion!

*sigh* And I could kick myself in the backside. Last weekend, after running to two different banks to sort out business for me Marmee and hubby, I clean forgot to pop in and collect my new credit card. So today, on Month-end Mayhem and Manicial Mobs, I have to toodle back to the Pav and go and fetch the blessed thing. My plan of nipping there on my own so I could duck and dive inbetween the homicidal hoards with their shopping trollies came to a sudden end when Marmee said ‘Oooh, WE can sit and have breakfast at the Wimpy first.’

Don’t get me wrong. I love me Marmee dearly; but pushing a trolley with each of the four wheels trying to make a break for it like prisoners escaping from jail in different directions whilst keeping an eye out that no one pushes Marmee or that she wanders off blindly, is not on my list of my favourite things to do at month end. Hell, even I avoid the malls like the plague at month end. I much prefer taking her there when it’s quiet and she can enjoy the slow meander around while I describe each and every item in the shop windows.

But, such is life. And seeing as she refused point blank at one stage to go out or to eat out in case she spilled on herself or the table, I shall take her with and we’ll have a wonderful time. A girl can always have a long drink at home later to calm her shattered nerves! Wink

Oh, and did I mention it’s raining!

Best Buddies

I received the following in an email the other day. A genuine AWWWW tale of a little girl who is best buds with a young orang-utan.

Naturally, I had to forward this to my 11 year old niece (my mini-me); and the following conversation ensued:

From: SkyeGirl [mailto:xxxxxxxx @ xxxxxxx]
Sent: Tuesday, September 21, 2010 7:20 PM
To: Pxxxx Xxxxxxxx (DBN)
Subject: Re: Budding Lifetime Friendship

They are soo cute! I think I’m going to go and ask daddy if I can have one… I wonder what the answer will be?!?!?!?!?!

—– Original Message —–

From: Pxxxx Xxxxxxx (DBN)

To: SkyeGirl

Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 7:19 AM

Subject: RE: Budding Lifetime Friendship

If he says yes, ask him to get me one too please!

From: SkyeGirl [mailto: mailto:xxxxxxxx @ xxxxxxx]
Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 2:58 PM
To: Pxxxx Xxxxxxxx (DBN)
Subject: Re: Budding Lifetime Friendship

Okay, but the only way he will ever allow us to have orang-utans is if he has completely lost his mind… do you think he already has? *giggle*

From: Pxxxx Xxxxxxx (DBN)

To: SkyeGirl

Sent: Wednesday, September 22, 2010 15:41 PM

Subject: RE: Budding Lifetime Friendship

Of course….that’s the hollow sound you hear….and if there’s any vestiges of normality left…I’m sure between the two of us we can remove them too!

*sigh* That be my girl!

It’s quite okay to toot your horn

when you’re tooting it for someone else.

I received an email from my boet (my brother, for any overseas readers :-)), showing the before and after pictures of their atrium which connects their house. According to his mail, the atrium in the first photo looked a whole lot better in the photo than in real life as it obscured a multitude of sins. None of the water features worked, the plants were breaking up the paving and they were unable to open some of the patio doors leading out from the various rooms.

Before: The disaster area

So, boet sat the wife down and had a ‘discussion’, after which he poured himself a whiskey and stared at a blank sheet of paper. A second whiskey later (or it may have been the third), the inspiration began to flow and shortly thereafter the work commenced.

During: Hannah turns her back while Hayley keeps a close eye.

Getting closer…

Nearly done

And finally!


Ta Da!

Now all that’s missing are the fishies, one or two water plants, and me sitting with my tootsies in the water whilst I sip on a vase or two.

Well done, BS! LS is mucho proud of you.