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Newspaper flowerpots reduce the acquisition of plastic that tends to accompany seed sowing... here with a French Marigold seedling, sown along with tomatoes as they are meant to keep pests at bay...
Under spitting skies, K153 sporting a custom 'VGR' headboard heads toward Muckleford with the regular 10:30 Saturday pass.
Once at Muckleford, the train will detach leaving the rear goods wagons in the Muckleford loop, whilst the passenger consist will continue onto Castlemaine. K190 (trailing) will be used to complete the shunt work, before heading back light engine to Maldon.
Woodlocks Lane, Maldon Vic.
18/8/18
Very tasty
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I’m often amazed at how a food aroma can create a memory that stays with you for years to come – one whiff and you are instantly transported back to that time or place.
For me fresh mint still reminds me of walking out of my yaya’s (my Greek grandmother) back door and getting a waft of the fresh mint growing in abundance in her backyard. The smell of sausage rolls still takes me back to sitting on the classroom floor as the lunch orders arrive and fresh passionfruit conjures memories of picking them from the trellis on my German nana’s back fence and eating them with her in the backyard; the tangy juice dripping in our hands and running down our arms.
Both of my grandmothers were amazing cooks and always loved to feed me. No matter what time of the day or night I turned up, they would always effortlessly whip up one of my favourites, if they hadn’t done so already.
Unfortunately, I was too young to fully appreciate how special these recipes were and how much they would come to mean to me. To this day I have never been able to replicate my nana’s incredible apple strudel and potato salad, or find recipes that even resemble them.
I still long for my yaya’s thick cut homemade potato chips – crisp and golden on the outside and soft and fluffy on the inside. You would think homemade chips would be easy enough to make, but I have never tasted anything like them since.
Other favourites include her Yemistes (Greek stuffed vegetables) and her Ryzogalo (warm rice pudding). I still remember my delight when I would enter her kitchen and see the warm cinnamon-dusted puddings waiting for me on her kitchen bench, you could smell them from the front door. Heavenly.
It’s taken me years to find recipes that taste just like yaya used to make, and so for this weeks theme of homemade, chosen by Laszlo, I have featured two recipes I am able to replicate and love to make, and they are her Ryzogalo (pictured left) and Yemistes.
Also featured in this photo is a favourite photo of mine of my mum as a young girl with her mum, my yaya, in Sparta, Greece not long before they came to Australia to live. You can also see a hint of my yaya’s Greek passport which features a photo, which you can’t see here, of my yaya with her four young children.
The tablecloth in this photo is also exactly like the ones my yaya had and I have a lovely Greek friend who was kind enough to lend me the tablecloth (which was her yaya's) for this photo, how I wish I had one of those from my yaya too.
Thank you Laszlo for a wonderful theme and a delicious trip down memory lane for me this week.
For the pandemic breakfast at home or anytime. Eggs, milk, Parmesan cheese with tomatoes and parsley topping.