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A Dessert Too Good To Be True!

I looooove desserts (who doesn't?), but with my dietary requirements it can be hard to find a dessert that I have no reaction to.

Recently, I remembered a great rice dessert my mum used to cook, so I made up my own version of it! I thought I'd share it with you because a) it's cheap, b) it's yummy, c) it's easy-peasy to make and d) it's filling for hungry children!

This is it:

Cook rice in a rice cooker (it's stickier and more 'pudding-y'), while still hot add 2-3 tbsp of brown sugar depending on the quantity of rice and some chopped up fruit (we've tried pineapple, pear and apple so far). Serve.

Other versions:

To the recipe above, with pineapple and brown sugar, add marshmallows for an extra treat!
Cook rice, add some condensed milk - not so healthy, but a great emergency dessert!
Cook rice, add maple syrup and fruit.
Cook rice, add sugar and fruit.
Cook rice, add golden syrup or honey and fruit.

It's probably not everyone's thing and I don'…

Apathy, Politeness and Tolerance.......

If there is one thing I hate, it's apathy. And sickening weakness that hides behind euphamisms like politeness and tolerance.

Lately, in our country, we have witnessed a most disgusting campaign by our Prime Minister. This is the Prime Minister who has overseen more debacles than any other PM and has lied to stay in power. And now this ridiculous temper-tantrum about the fact that she's a woman and her opponent is a man.

Politics has become (from both sides, though with more drama and deceit from the 'left') a ridiculous circus and a stinking, fetid, dirty game.

It's not good enough and Australians deserve better.

The government should fear the people, not the other way around.

When this topic is brought up, the usual response is, "Well, I don't really get into politics." or some other apathetic comment like, "Oh, both sides of politics are as bad as each other."


Governments are so important. They make laws concerning our country,…

A little bit of fun......

I'm feeling like a real blogger today!

One of my favourite blogs is written by Robyn at and she has tagged me to answer some questions after she herself answered some questions from her own blog friends!

The rules:
* Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
* Answer the questions the person who tagged you created, then make 11 questions of your own for the people you tag.
* Choose 11 people and link them in your post.
* Go to their page and tell them.
* No tag backs.

SO....because I'm really excited to be included, I'm going to join are Robyn's 11 random questions....and my answers.

1.  Your house burns down in the middle of the night. Who is the first person you call? 000, of course.....then my husband if he's on night shift! Otherwise, probably my mum.

2. If you could have anything to eat or drink right now, what would it be?
Rib fillet steak, chips, salad and a very large hot chocolate!

3. How do you k…

Sharing Burdens

Lately, I've been missing my husband.

No, he hasn't been away - he's just gone back to shift work after nine weeks of 9-5 (ish), Monday to Friday work and the one week he had off after Lara was born.

It's a weird feeling, missing someone's company when you eat with them, sleep next to them and share the same house with them! It wasn't so much going back to shift work that bothered me, in fact I looked forward to it.

I don't know if you get the same feeling, but things just didn't feel.......right. Fair enough, I've just had a baby and I've had a few things going on that have been niggling me. I didn't really want to talk about it and it was easy to avoid - I never found the time. I was always busy with dinner, feeding a baby, seeing to children or tidying up......

Anyway. Things came to a head this week.

My poor man came home from doing some grocery shopping for me. He forgot to ask for the chicken breasts from the butcher to be put in bags of th…


With the arrival of my fifth baby just over two weeks ago, I returned home seven hours after the birth. I received many comments about how awesome it was that I'd done it. One of the words used was 'supermum'.

I don't mind that. Seriously. We are all supermums - those of us that love being mums and work at being good parents.........and, as a human - of course I love receiving compliments!

However, in my case the use of the word -I felt- implied that I'm fearless, tough and confident.

I'm not.

I returned home after seven hours because a) that was standard practice for the model of care I was receiving and b) my husband, mum and breastfeeding stuff was at home and as much respect as I have for hospital midwives, they are very busy and so can't provide anywhere near the care and attention that my husband and mum could.

So really, it was nothing to come straight home. It was easier for me than being left on my own with a new baby to cope!

And with the whole 'fiv…