About Bec H

A relatively recent refugee from the city, I live in the Manning Valley on the mid-north coast of NSW, Australia on 100 acres. I love my veggie patch, my burgeoning orchard and sunsets from our back verandah. I blog with another Bec at www.twobecsinapaddock.com

Roots ‘n all

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.

Chinese Proverb

There’s something intrinsically satisfying, for me, about watching my garden grow. I acknowledge gardening is not everyone’s cup of tea. For many, it’s something to be out-sourced along with the annual tax return, but I love it. I’ve come to realise that it feeds my soul.

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A kid with a strange moniker

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet..”

William Shakespeare, from Romeo and Juliet

Hello?

Heeeellloooooo?

Ah, there you are! Still here? Wow, I’m impressed.

I know, it’s been a while between posts. Let’s just say there’s been a lot going on this year, and Bec C and I have come to realise that unless you actually make cold hard cash from your blog, it tends to take a back seat when the rubber hits the road.

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Food provenance

It’s happened. We’ve done our first home kill.

We now have a chest freezer full to bursting of beef. Scotch fillet, sirloin, rump, top side steak, round steak, osso bucco, steak for casseroles and stews, beef for roasting and beef for barbecuing, beef mince and beef sausages. Except for T-bone steaks (we decided against them), you name it, we’ve got. Anyone dining at our place over the coming months, be warned, beef will be on the menu.

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Two Becs do the World Cup

… one from the SBS studios in Sydney, Australia, and one from Brazil.

Yes, I’m the one who’s a long way from home, in the land of the Samba, Carnivale, caipirinhas, and futebol.

Joining Hubs, who is working over here, The Kid and I came to Brazil just in time for the first game of the 2014 World Cup. Thankfully and excitingly (for a family whose schedule is dictated by the global cycle of football), it turns out that at 5 years of age, The Kid is more than happy sitting in a bar watching football game after football game. His Dad is relieved, happy and very proud.

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