Roast vege lasagne. Slice at least 4 types of roasting vege however thick you like and heat them in the oven on an oiled baking tray. They don't have to brown but it's a bonus if they do. (I usually have one tray of potato slices and one of everything else - pumpkin, kumara, carrot, parsnip...) Layer in a casserole dish with potatoes at the bottom. Pour over a tin of Watties Indian spiced tomatoes. Cover with a layer of chopped silver beet or whatever other green you have in your garden and lots of grated cheese. Bake as long as seems appropriate. Enjoy, even better the next day.
Inspired by Circadian Rhythm in Dunedin, where they use lasagne sheets, the proper spices but no cheese, as befits a vegan eatery. Much as I love CR, I like mine better.
Listened to Simon Mercep trying to shut people up on Morning report.
Biked up road to help friend milk her two sheep.
Helped husband load up the seven white woolly pet sheep in our back garden and take them back to the aforementioned "up the road".
Used a handmade trolly to collect about 150 carefully denailed fence palings from our very local tip recycling. Much thanks to the person who took the trouble to stack them there.
PA is the first and often only place I go when anything happens that deserves good comment and conversation.
I'm here so often I thought I was really in the thick of it but I see I've only notched a measly 200 odd posts. Still, I'm happy to be mostly a lurker and appreciate all those words from everyone else.
It's a good model Russell, quite unique, which makes me wonder if anyone else could have done it.
"I think we can get that engraved for her"
For some reason Russell Hoban’s ‘The Twenty Elephant Restaurant’ (and some of his other books) used to get me a lot. Marg loved Hoban’s writing.
Very pleased to hear that, Rob. Deborah's tribute highlights "the way she wrote about good and effective parenting" and that immediately made me think of the Frances books, which have a special place in our family.
Sincere condolences to all your family
Thank you so much Jolisa. I love how everyone has different treasures to remember. I think this might be the Elizabeth Knox link you meant. The other one went to Carl Stead's blog, and he hasn't mentioned MM yet.
“The little man could only stare. He hadn’t dreamed of the BIGNESS of the sea. He hadn’t dreamed of the blueness of it. He hadn’t thought it would roll like kettledrums, and swish itself on to the beach. He opened his mouth, and the drift and the dream of it, the fume and the foam of it never left him again.”
Mine too. We have a battered old library copy in our house (not stolen, Danielle, but I would have) that has the original intense collage illustrations - so much more in keeping than the later edition.
Seeing as there isn't the queue I thought there would be, I'll share my tiny memory of working at the Christchurch School Library Services over one university summer - I think it must have been 69/70. It wasn't till I'd been there a few days and saw the display of picture books with the same name as my courteous and business-like boss, that I found out that she was a new "hot" picture-book writer, and it wasn't from her.
She was a lovely person and a lovely boss. The snippet I remember most clearly is her anxiety when one of her daughters threw a sickie and took herself home from school to be home alone. The worries of working parents don't change much.
The thing that has delighted me most is how everyone on twitter and facebook etc remembers different books and words. One of my friends said "she'll have an escort of 17 kings and 42 elephants", and I didn't even know which book she meant.
Thank you Craig. I have memories, a couple of direct contacts, so many more of words and delight, but I would rather let others start. As my daughter said when she heard , "I think my childhood just died a little bit too."
You know how it's illegal for New Zealanders to make atomic bombs? Maybe Aussie should have a similar law banning its nationals from owning media empires.
I'm certain I saw a documentary decades ago about an Australian mining magnate and his daughter entitled something like "Only a little nuclear bomb" which referred to the fact that they wanted to use such a device instead of standard explosives in their mining operations. They had a poster on their wall saying "Environmentalists, let them freeze in the dark". Does that ring a bell for anyone?