Showing posts with label maple syrup. Show all posts
Showing posts with label maple syrup. Show all posts

Monday, March 28, 2011

Spew bum.

On Friday, Dad was convinced Oscar had an ear infection because he smelled funny. On Saturday, dad sat back in Oscar's bed as he was trying to sort out his down syndrome digital recording box and sat in vomit, confirming that Oscar didn't in fact have an ear infection, but rather a bad belly. I made an Ottolenghi sweet potato maple salad, because it reminded me of the colour and consistency of Oscar's vomit.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Sunday brunch.

As per usual, we were running ridiculously late so brunch ended up being at 2pm. No biggie. Even Lior didn't complain once he sunk his teeth into it. Nana's ancient maple syrup made the baked beans and once again, Master Chef's poached eggs technique was spot on. My favorite olive chili sourdough baguette from Prahran market topped off the gourmet-mess. Man we eat well.