Showing posts with label Kailee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kailee. Show all posts

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Bumpin'... 32 Weeks Filled with Love and Friendship


I love it when friends come to stay. In my 32nd week of pregnancy, this sweet girl, Kailee and her beautiful husband, Lachlan came to share a long weekend with us at the beach house.

It was the first time their little dog, Laramie (named after the American town in which they met) had ever seen the beach. He bounded along the shore, splashing about with our little Coco, his energy catching.

On one hazy morning, where the sea salt hung thick in the air we had a pancake cook-off. Kailee's tantalising orange and almond pancakes impressed the judges (Lachlan and myself) for a narrow win over Byron's strawberry and banana offerings.

We slept in each day, a true seaside holiday where this 32 week pregnant mama could relax in comfort with dear friends. The greatest highlight for me was seeing my friends, who travelled such a long distance by car. Though the duration of their stay felt more like a heartbeat than four glorious sun-soaked winter days, I am grateful that we could bask in the warm winter sunlight. She, 19 weeks pregnant with their first baby and I, 32 weeks pregnant with ours.

What greater joy than to experience this life-giving time with my dear friend at the very same time that she is expecting. I am so pleased they allowed us to take some maternity photos down by the shore. If I manage to catch up with my own pregnancy posts, I will be sure to share Kailee and Lachlan's gorgeous images here for you.

There's something magical about sharing your pregnancy with another pregnant mama, don't you think?

Bella xx

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Baked Camembert with Honey

A few years ago I embarked on a road trip with some of my closest girlfriends deep into the gorgeous Australian countryside. We visited my dear friend, Kailee for her bridal shower weekend at her then future in-law's cottage, which had the most impressive cathedral ceilings I have ever laid my wide brown eyes upon. Following a wonderful dinner, and an evening filled with laughter and entertainment, we tumbled sleepily into bed where we slept soundly until the morning. When we woke, we showered, tidied up and stopped into a tiny local cafe, Cafe Telegraph for a late brunch before heading home.

Cafe Telegraph has been converted from an old telegraph office that dates back to the 1800s, and it has it's own cellar that you can select a wine from to enjoy with your meal. It was in the stone courtyard of this little cafe, nestled beside the trickling water in the nearby creek that I tried their baked camembert with honey. To summarise, it was nothing short of extraordinary!

Here I share with you the most simplified version of what I enjoyed with my girlfriends on that perfect morning to the enticing sounds of nature.


Baked Camembert with Honey

1 wheel of gorgeous Camembert cheese
1 Tbs honey

Optional ingredients:
1 sprig of rosemary
fresh thyme
nectarine or peach, sliced
Red Delicious apple, sliced
crusty hot bread, torn into chunks

Preheat oven to 200 degrees Celsius (390 degrees Fahrenheit). Score both side of the camembert with a sharp knife. Smear a teaspoon of the honey onto the base of your cheese, place it into a small, round ramekin, then spread the remaining honey onto the top of the cheese. Bake for ten to fifteen minutes, or until the cheese is bubbly and beginning to turn golden on top.

Some prefer to score the cheese with one large cross on the top, stick rosemary or thyme sprigs into the cheese and bake for up to half an hour, however I like to slice a tiny grid pattern into both sides of the cheese (like a mango cheek) to ensure the honey can infuse the cheese from both sides in shorter baking time.

Serve with crusty chunks of hot bread or for a gluten free option, try slices of fresh fruit, such as slightly firm nectarine or peach slices.

Enjoy with friends before or after a meal with a bottle of your favourite wine.

There's something special about plunging a chunk of bread or slice of nectarine into this gooey, salty, sweet, creamy, fondue-like hot cheese.

If you are interested in other heart warming dishes, I have created gluten free recipes for...

dark chocolate hazelnut torte
buckwheat pancakes with cinnamon apples and fresh blueberries
chocolate chunk cookies with fleur de sel (which I baked an hour before I got married!)
mini vegetarian quiches
spiced poached pears in red wine with orange blossom cream
citrus cured salmon and orange salad with vanilla bean and baby spinach

To name a few...

Simply mouth-watering.

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See my recipes page here

Bella xx

Friday, August 10, 2012

Chocolate Chunk Cookies with a Sprinkle of Fleur de Sel Magic


On a grey and drizzly morning a couple of Saturdays ago I awoke to the gentle sound of rain lightly falling against brick and concrete outside my bedroom window. A quick squinty glance at my phone reassured me that I hadn't overslept. I reset my alarm because I have always hated that dreadful sound it makes, like a submarine alarm blaring and whilst sleepily flicking through some pictures of Byron on my phone, I was startled to see my friend Kailee's name flash up on the screen.

I answered the call before it had time to ring and announced, 'It's raiiiinnnniiinnng!', rather than the usual 'Hey Kails' because I was expecting her call, only perhaps a few hours later.

Kailee's tone was immediately off-putting. There was something wrong. Kailee and her husband, Lachlan were travelling to the city from the central coast to visit in this terrible weather and in Kailee's words had 'run into something on the highway'.

Afraid of the answer, I asked, 'What have you run into?', half-expecting a serious accident, the rest of my mind thinking 'It's just an expression, they've probably just run into heavy traffic'. However, the answer threw me for moment.

'Well... We've hit a wall.'

They had been driving south on the highway when they skidded on something slippery on the road and had spun into a wall, ruining their car and scaring the living daylights out of the both of them.

Thankfully they were ok, no injuries, just a totalled vehicle. I use 'just' loosely here because it's a new car and they were now going to be late for something they had planned to be a part of, Byron's and my registry wedding.

Knowing they were ok, and with an action plan in place following a brief discussion on what they should do (they were still coming and waiting for a hire car), I hung up the phone feeling a strange combination of relief and fear that something much worse had been narrowly avoided, through very careful driving on Lachy's part.

I called my mother to let her know I was up and that she should come over to have breakfast so we could start getting ready, then placed my phone on my bedside table, stretched and stepped out of bed.

What to do on the morning you get married... I had no idea, I hadn't done it before. In fact I had barely slept as I was up late thinking, painting my nails, thinking, washing my hair, thinking, making the finishing touches on my DIY brooch bouquet and ... thinking. Marvelling is probably a better choice of vocabulary.

At 2.00am the night before I could not believe that in less than 12 hours I would be marrying my best friend. I was ready and I knew that, I felt it and it calmed me, but what I wondered was how I had arrived at this point. How had I gone from being in love to being in love and knowing that I was ready to marry Byron, it baffled me.

After a restless night, followed by the heart-in-my-throat conversation with Kails, I decided to start the day and begin my carefully planned morning and what better way to quell my nerves than to bake some cookies? For everyone knows, there is no better way to relax, than surrounded my the delicate, sweet aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking as the rain gently falls outside.


Milk and Dark Chocolate Chunk Cookies with a Sprinkle of Fleur de Sel Magic

Makes approximately 18-24 chewy gluten free cookies

125g unsalted butter, softened
1 whole vanilla bean, deseeded (or 1 tsp vanilla bean paste)
1/2 cup lightly packed brown sugar
1/4 cup raw caster sugar (I whizzed my granulated raw sugar in the Magic Bullet- That will wake you up! BBBBZZZZZZ!!!)
1 egg (room temperature, lightly beaten with a fork)
1 cup fine brown rice flour
1/2 cup amaranth flour
1/4 cup tapioca flour
1/4 tsp baking soda
1/4 to 1/2 tsp fleur de sel (or macrobiotic sea salt)
1/2 cup milk chocolate, chopped
1/2 cup dark chocolate, chopped

In a large bowl, combine the butter, vanilla, brown sugar and fine raw sugar. Using electric beaters, cream the butter until the sugars and vanilla are well incorporated. Pour in the lightly beaten egg and continue to beat until you have a smooth mixture.

In a separate bowl, sift the flours together, add the baking soda and fleur de sel. 1/4 teaspoon is sufficient if you are liberal with your fleur de sel sprinkles on the top of the cookies. However, if you prefer less salt on the top of your cookies, add 1/2 tsp fleur de sel to the flours now. Whisk the dry ingredients together, then add to the butter/sugar mixture and using the beaters, mix on medium speed until the dough comes together to form a large, soft clump.

Next, sprinkle in the chopped chocolate pieces and mix the dough with a spoon until the chocolate is evenly distributed.

Transfer the sweet cookie dough onto a piece of baking (greaseproof) paper, smooth into a rough log shape with your spoon, approximately 5cm in diameter and roll the paper (Californian Roll style!). Wrap the cookie dough log in cling wrap and refrigerate for at least an hour or overnight.

When you're ready to make your home smell like cookies (Who am I kidding? When you're reading to devour cookies à la that blue hairy monster), preheat your oven to 180 degrees Celsius, then line a baking tray with baking paper. Slice the cookie log into 2cm wide disks, then carefully place the soft cookies onto the baking tray taking care not to overcrowd them.


Softly press any crumbly pieces of cookie back into shape, then sprinkle each cookie with fleur de sel and bake for 8 to 10 minutes.


They will be cooked when the outside edge has turned a soft golden colour and the middle of the cookies remains soft.


Check the cookies after 8 minutes, then closely monitor them for the final two minutes. You can prepare the next tray of cookies whilst you're waiting. It's important not to continue baking the cookies until they are entirely golden as you won't achieve the soft gooey centre, and that's not cool! We don't want hard biscuits, we want soft-centred, melt-in-you-mouth chocolate chip cookies that stay soft in the middle on cooling.


Leave to cool on the tray a few minutes before devouring. For those of you who are new to fleur de sel, you will be pleasantly surprised. It's not an aggressive salt flavour that overpowers your chocolate, but rather mildly enhances the cookies.

Life's pretty sweet with cookies and weddings.


Bella xx

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

A Christmas Picnic and a Boiled Christmas Cake



On Saturday I slept in.

You should probably read that last sentence again. Think about doing it yourself, it is worth it!

I was exhausted after a busy week at work. It wore me down so much that I had to postpone a long drive to the country to be fitted for a bridesmaid dress for the wedding of my dear friends Lachlan and Kailee. Thankfully I can be measured on New Year’s Eve, which suits me perfectly as I will be fitted AFTER the Christmas feasting- Hello Summer curves!

Now, don’t get me wrong… My weekend was still filled to the very brim with activities. On Saturday I helped one of my friend’s move houses. I actually loathe packing and dread the idea of having to move my own belongings again one day as I’m currently living in a share house in the city so you can imagine how tiresome the whole experience must have been for my friend. At least she had many friends on hand to assist and she did move closer to the beach- that is always a bonus in the Summertime. Ahh! Who am I kidding? It is a bonus at any time of the year, I am in love with the ocean.

I am currently listening to La Mar by The Beautiful Girls and daydreaming about surfing as I type this blog entry.

‘I've grown old on this ocean,
Gave her all my stronger years.
Gave my wife my devotion,
When she died, the ocean my tears.’

I see as much beauty in a dark and stormy grey sky over turbulent seas as I do in a calm clear sea dotted with fishing boats on a hot, blue day... Sigh...

Getting back to my Saturday- I began cooking a boiled Christmas cake in the evening. This recipe required one kilogram of dried fruit and this is where you can have the most fun with the colour of the fruit cake. I selected lighter fruit in the form of dried apricots and red glace cherries to add to the darker currants, raisins and craisins (dried cranberries). I don't particularly like candied orange peel as I find the flavour overpowering and so I only added a small amount of peel (Seriously, I even buy peel-free Hot Cross buns at Easter time).

Growing up I was never a huge fan of Christmas cake but this one is quite lovely. It is sweet but not too strong in flavour and can thankfully be adapted to suit different tastes. Best enjoyed served warm with vanilla, cinnamon and orange custard and a glass of egg nog after Christmas dinner or in the case of our Sunday summer picnic: Following a delicious meal of prawns, potato bacon and avocado salad, sliced cold ham, mango coconut cucumber and butter leaf lettuce salad, wholemeal bread rolls and chilled drinks with new and old friends.

We also shared a soft cheese platter and shortbread on a grassy hill under the shade of a tree by the Redleaf pool in Rushcutters Bay. This pool is situated at the base of a steep hill, beneath a local library. It was a windy day, with irregular gusts causing us to place our shoes and cooler boxes on our picnic rugs to prevent them blowing away. We took turns snapping bon bons (surprisingly with only one casualty in the form of a colourful paper hat blowing up, up and away!) and reading out the jokes, which my family affectionately dub ‘Dad Jokes’.

Where do snowmen go to dance?
A snowball...
Hardy ha ha!

We had time for a swim and a laze about on a floating pontoon before the sky turned an ominous shade of grey and the wind picked up, blowing small waves from the bay onto the dancing, small anchored watercraft. With this little warning we piled the remnants of our devoured picnic into baskets and eskies, and hurried up the hill to head home. Had we left ten minutes earlier we would have avoided the heavy downpour that caught us as we tried to hurry down the steps to the apartment entrance. Mind you, I have not laughed so much in quite some time. It was a perfect Sunday.

I hope everyone has the opportunity to cook something delicious for a memorable Christmas this year. I’m feeling very happy indeed and it’s still four sleeps away!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

To Work, To Work...

I must get out of bed.
I do not want to.
I'd much rather stay here with you...

I'm looking at pictures from my childhood and teens...I must distinguish between the two because as a teenager I considered myself much older than a mere child, almost a grown-up. Almost.

I must walk to work today, again. I enjoy the walk once I start. There's plenty of things to look at. I pass a giant park, filled with birds and healthy people, dogs and prams. I pass the artistic suburb, bustling cafés, antique stores, several galleries.
It's quite a pretty and interesting walk but it is tainted with the knowledge that soon it will be over and I must arrive at work.

I reassure myself with the thought that I will one day be paid to do what it is that I love with more passion than breathing and in the meantime I can stroll at my own pace, picking up momentum at odd moments.

The rest of this week in dot-points:

* Tonight: Minestrone Primavera soup with 'no-knead bread' that has been rising for 13 hours thus far...Thank you to Alicia Lynn Carrier (bread-and-honey food blog) for the borrowed recipe... that you also borrowed and readers here may feel welcome to borrow also.

* Wednesday: The first end-of-year work Christmas function. Canapés, speeches, drinks and me..the tiny wallflower at the back of the room hoping to go unnoticed as I borrow food ideas for my own Christmas party.

* Thursday: Noodles in the city at night with my French girlfriend Audrey (Dedou) who visits me from Angers.

* Friday: A barbecue in the park with the community garden near my home. Perhaps I should buy kangaroo steaks for Dedou for that ultimate Australian dining experience? My three Romanian girlfriends from Wollongong should arrive for the late dinner celebration. Marianna, Jessica and Delia.

* Saturday: (Read: My first morning where I do not have to walk to work). 8am: Glebe markets to purchase a VERY funky present for my grandparents for Christmas. I know they do not have one already and I know they will like it...but where they put it will be interesting. I will post a picture once I have decided on which one to buy.
Oh I want you to guess what it is!!! I will give you one hint, it is recycled but still functional and DEFINITELY improved on it's original design, you may also find similar items that comprise it in your very own kitchen...

Saturday will follow-on with crepes for breakfast for my dear friends with fresh fruit and smoothies, and a music festival later in the day. Again, I remind you that more photographic posts will follow- I hope my camera will work!

*Sunday: Surfing with the Romanian sisters and my French sister Dedou. I wish her older sister Elise were here too. Tu me manques, Elise! The remaining hours of Sunday will be spent being as lazy as physically possible. Maybe I will have a little clean up, do some washing, watch a movie, make a meal out of scrumptious leftovers, have a nana-nap... It depends how I feel.

* Monday- EEK! I do not care to write about Monday... not only will it involve that walk to that unmentionable place I go on weekdays...but it also happens to be the start of a new week and therefore, should not warrant a mention in my dot-points for THIS week.

(I do however look forward to next weekend with joyous enthusiasm as I will spend the weekend in a tiny country town for a hen's weekend for my dear friend Kailee, who is a small ray of Wyoming sunshine. I will be fitted for my buttercup yellow bridesmaid dress and wake up in a high-ceilinged home to the wholesome country air of Murrurundi).

Time to stretch and leave my warm bed for a beautiful walk... Have a wonderful Tuesday morning.

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