This is our boy Jones:
(WARNING: no pics. Just thought you should know, as apparently all highly successful blogs should have pics. BUT there is riveting, action based video).
Speaking of meat (oops. Bec H started that conversation 3 months ago… Nonetheless, I take mine medium rare thanks), Dougal and I recently enjoyed our first date night in… in…, actually I’m not sure how long it has been, but it has certainly been a long time (I read about those couples in magazines who say ‘they make sure they have an evening to themselves once a week/once a fortnight/ one a month/ once every six months, with great astonishment. Who manages to DO that??!!).
Date night came about because my parents were visiting for a week, so it was then or never. Not quite ready to opt for ‘never’, our first night plans dissolved into exhaustion, as a day in the paddocks fixing fences in the rain led to us piking. After another day in the paddocks (at the end of which we discovered we had been fixing the wrong fence, let’s not go there right now), our window of opportunity was quickly shrinking so we somewhat reluctantly, but determinedly, set off on a dark, cold, rainy Wednesday night, for a 35min drive to Taree. Continue reading
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.
Well lookie here.
“Bec C’s Full Brazilian”?? AHA! Got your attention now haven’t I? Except that it’s not what you think…
Bec H may well be galivanting across the Americas for the World Cup, from airport to airport, queueing in queues, cursing with currencies… But I get to experience the World Cup only 3 hours drive from our little farm, in the depths of Artarmon, Sydney, Australia. No 30 hours of flying for me. In fact, unlike Bec H witnessing the World Cup first hand, I get to come home in between gigs. Can’t do that from Brazil…
I’m desperately trying to gain a bit of kudos here, but I do of course realise I’m treading a thin line (it is, after all, hard to compete with Brazil!). That said, I have actually scored myself a pretty good little job for the duration of the World Cup (who would have thought – the Two Becs’ involved in the World Cup?!). I’m job sharing with a friend on SBS’s excellent, almost-daily live World Cup entertainment show “The Full Brazilian”, hosted by comedian Jimeoin. Continue reading
… 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.