Learning to love our plumpy lives

So it's been pointed out to me that most people would have found going travelling for 9 months as a good impetus for writing a blog. Somehow that didn't occur to me and now I'm excitedly writing about saving plastic bags. I'm probably just lazy. Or contrary. Or both.

The first package free week is drawing to a close and I had my second disappointing moment when I was repeatedly offered donuts out of a cardboard box. No really I don't want one thanks, I don't like them, actually I'm allergic - I'll vomit all over you, it's not worth it.

In fact we've been cooking up such a storm that we're
probably eating better than usual. Busy weeks in our household can sometimes involve a toast marathon. Meaghan came home one night literally bursting to the seams with vegetables. I was worried the PLUMPY prophesy had already come to pass. Or that we were producing a litter of plumplets.

Luckily it was a false alarm. We named the new arrival "Remember more shopping bags next time". Snappy isn't it?

Meaghan busied herself with making soup while Kala did recipe research on the couch

and I helped with chopping the vegetables

I seem to be having an unusually long period of adolescence.

The kitchen robot ingratiated itself further and with a little help from some mystery hands produced a happily guzzled down cauliflower and leek soup.


All Kala's couch research yielded great things. Firstly, a yummy nectarine loaf. And secondly some butter! Very exciting. This involved culturing the cream overnight with a small amount of yoghurt and then whisking, making sure you spray the kitchen with an even coat of buttermilk, pouring off the buttermilk, rinsing with iced water and slapping it around a bit. And out comes BUTTER. Just like that.













The weekend's excitements will include a trip around Famous Foods to investigate the bulk section. Don't you wish you had our lives?