The Grey Lynn Bowling Club

The Grey Lynn Bowling Club is the most decrepit bowling club I have ever seen. It's tucked away in a weird little hidden pocket of Grey Lynn, behind the depressing dairy.

A new house

Our new home in the morning sun. And new garden, which is home to lots of tiny violets, one of my favorite flowers.

Bags licking the spoon

More cooking with Max. We made an Edmonds Butter cake, omitted a little of the milk and mixed in some homemade raspberry sauce. There is no 'after' photo. It got eaten up too quickly.

Edmonds Butter Cake

150g softened butter
1tsp vanilla essence
3/4 cups sugar
2 eggs
1 1/2 cups plain flour
3 tsp baking powder
3/4 cup milk (aprox)

Cream the butter, sugar and vanilla together with a metal whisk until fluffy, and add the eggs one at a time, beating well in between. When the mixture is fluffy and light, sift in the flour and baking powder, and mix with a wooden spoon, adding 1/4 cup of milk at a time until you have a nice semi-runny consistency.
Line the bottom of a tin with a circle of baking paper and grease the sides with butter. Pour in the batter, trying to spread it towards the sides so there is a little dip in the middle of the tin. This is to avoid the cake rising more in the middle.
Bake the cake at 180 degrees for about 40-50 minutes or until a skewer insterted in the middle comes up clean or the cake springs back lightly when you touch it.

The old dairy

There's an old dairy on Surrey Cres where a very unhappy woman works. It was the most depressing dairy I've ever been to.

Cookie cooking

Max's absolute favourite word right now is "cooking." Sometimes confused with "cookie," ever since we baked cookies and he just couldn't believe it when they come out of the oven. It's so easy to blow his mind.

We made apple crumble at Playcentre which was messy and fun. Cooking with young kids is chaotic, but you can't beat their enthusiasm.

Goodbye old house

It was nice living here. Our first home in NZ after nine years. It's not the house that makes a home though. Now that we've unpacked most of our things, and Max is poking around in all the new corners and Toby is sorting out the studio- our new house feels like home.

(I found my hard drive.)


Everything is in boxes. All my gear and hardrives and cameras. But I am missing blogging, it's a little chance to reflect and without it, I find myself becoming irritated. So iPhone shots it is for now. Just till we get sorted.

The quilt my mother made for my 21st birthday which always is spread over our bed

Our new house was built in the 1920s. This is the window in the front door.

A beautiful new rug to make our living room cozy this winter.