Freo on Ice

I wanna go ice-skating tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that!! I didn't break (injure) anything! And it was so much fun :D Believe it or not it was colder off the ice than on it, silly winter, and it was great dodging through people and skating round and round after finding my feet. The ice cream we had afterwards at dolce vita in Fremantle wasn't too shabby either :P

Note to self: iPhones not good for taking pictures of fast moving people :P

Today was a day for...

Today was a day for catching up with friends, and traipsing along paths surround by trees with big, overarching branches.

And tonight is a night for... get ready for it... ice skating! :D

Eat your heart out, Dislocato Girl!

Life is slowly but surely becoming an adventure again. Wish me luck!

Le Fotografie e il Cibo

I've been a-cooking and it's been oh so much fun! My ever-lovely friend Chloe bought me paella rice from Spain! :O I was whinging about a tiny amount of proper paella rice costing exorbitant amounts over in Perth land (think $25 for a teensy little jar) and so she came back from Europe with this for me! Greatest gift :D

I finally got around to cooking up a batch of chicken paella with it the other day and oh my it was tasty.

Chocolate (the dog) would've liked to try some as well :P

Next of the cooking adventures was completely organic Pumpkin and Fetta Ravioli with Three Cheese & Nutmeg sauce from scratch and with no recipe!! :D Given how few times me and my friend, Michael (below) have made pasta from scratch before it was a bit scary, especially cause we didn't have a pasta maker so we had to roll it all out with a rolling pin.

It all paid off though and turned out pretty fantastically, if I do say so myself, even if I didn't take a photo because it was so darn ugly :P

For the pasta we were going to use a recipe, but then Duncan, one of the owners of Dark Star Coffee, told me I should just use 100g of flour to 1 egg, knead it together, stick it in the fridge for half an hour and it'd be good to go (once it's rolled out obviously). Try it people! It's awesome.

For the filling we fried off two small onions, some pumpkin (who knows how much) and some nutmeg, mashed it up and chopped in some feta.

Finally, 1 tbsp of flour mixed in with 1 tbsp of melted butter (while still on the heat), stirring the whole time, and then add milk seriously slowly (stirring, stirring, stirring), and once your happy with the viscosity, add so much cheese!! Easy peasy!

And then there's just a couple photos of the seriously amazing house Michael is house-sitting, because I couldn't resist. Have a great week everyone :) Rhi xx

It's been a while.

Last night a friend who I respect, and who is a really genuine guy, said something nice about my writing, and I'm still feeling pretty chuffed. Just the thought of it makes me smile a little. It's funny the difference that just one sentence of recognition can make.

Again, it made me remember that this was initially a space for writing, and it's been a while since I've updated you on Jim and Sam, so here's a little more, but instead about someone they know, someone I don't think I've introduced to you yet, but who makes an impact in her own way. Friends, meet Laura.

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via pinterest

She remembered back. A day celebrating a birthday. A day spent eating too much good food and drinking too many beers. She smiled to herself.

But then she remembered the photos. When she saw them, she thought they looked like the photos of lovers. They weren't artistic or beautiful, they weren't groundbreaking or shocking, but they had a hint of intimacy. They were the photos of lovers except she couldn't feel anything but a slight tenderness, some kind of detached compassion. 

And suddenly, she realised, if she lived that day again, but with Jim, her feelings would have been exactly the same. In this rare moment of clarity, Laura realised what she had to do and the small smile triggered by memory was gone as soon as it had arrived.

Telling Conviction to wait...

This past week I've learnt what it means to feel like your heart is telling you something - I've learnt why people say we love and feel from our heart. Every time I go to work, or sit down to do something, I feel like I'm in the wrong place. I thoroughly enjoy my work, but it's like this feeling is swelling out of my chest and I can't stop it - it's taking over my whole being and telling me I'm in the wrong place. It's telling me I need to start doing the one thing that I'm certain I want to do in trying to help the people of India. How do you tell that kind of overpowering emotion and certainty that's coming from a place you didn't even know existed that it has to wait? That in a years time, I'll be there starting to work in earnest on all of my plans, but for the moment I just have to sit tight? It's exciting and nerve-wracking and such a good feeling but how I wish I could be there right now...

Adithya.
A 3-year old orphan with the most beautiful smile :)

Being ripped off by the auto drivers.

Silk Looms.

The Valley.