Happy birthday Freddy!
This young lad turns 80 next week. This is my Dad in 1934, aged three years. That's where I get my hair. I often wonder what I would look like if I were a pioneering woman, with no beauty tools at hand. All I can say is, thank God I live in the age of hair products.
Dad ventured south on the weekend and we celebrated his birthday a little early.
We had a good old fashioned barbecue at our house. My husband resurrected our old barbecue for the occasion. I am not exaggerating when I say I have seen better barbecues tossed onto the footpath for the kerbside clean up. It did the trick though.
I whipped up this salad.
I used baby cos lettuce leaves, avocado, roast pumpkin, blue vein cheese and scattered some caramelised bacon and onion on top. The only dressing it needs is a splash of olive oil and some red wine vinegar.
Another week, and yet another birthday cake.
It was gluten free. My sister's husband can't do gluten, so it's just easier if everyone goes gluten free. Let me say, you certainly don't need gluten to make a good cake. This one is chocolate mud, and it was most excellent. I could have decorated it much more spectacularly, but I wanted that 'homemade' look, which I think I achieved don't you? That's my story anyway.
The next birthday cake, mine, will be outsourced.
I am currently writing an article about women returning to the workforce after having a few years off to raise children, so if you know anyone, please let me know.