POT POURRI

 

Remember this machine which I saw in a bakery last week in Sydney?

Not one, but two friends with impeccable credentials, J and V, have told me what it does.

It is a piece of Baker's equipment - surprise, surprise!

The baker puts a big round of dough on the plate, pulls down the lid,

and it cuts and rolls the dough into 30 little bread rolls.

Brilliant, and now we know how they make the rolls all the same size.

Thank you ladies...

 

 

Yesterday we took my father to his favourite place, good old Tamborine (no U) Mountain.

The mountain, a plateau, has rich red volcanic soil, and a mild climate with good rain.

It is home to lots of little farms and beautiful gardens, and is a great place to buy organic produce.

 

We had coffee on a deck surrounded by avocado and other fruit trees.

 

 

 

 

Even found me some organic marmalade.  Yum.

 

I told Dad about our newly arrived grandson, his latest great-grandson, in Canada.  And that one of the baby's names is Dad's own name.

He was just wreathed in smiles.

It was wonderful to see.

 

 

This is what I am reading these days:

 

 

'And Furthermore' by the lovely and much-loved Dame Judi Dench,

heroine of the short-haired, vertically challenged, woman of a certain age.

Which would be moi.

Reading it is like a breath of fresh air, and her delightful personality shines through the anecdotes of her life.

She seems to be incredibly energetic.

I think the Cardinals need to go see her as M in Skyfall!

 

 

Happy Monday!

xx