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Outback Cooking Secrets


This is Gina. She's Irish but she lives in Australia. She juggles her three children, one husband, and nursing job with humor (or humour, if you're from Australia) and sunshine. She also tends to have a knack for cooking/baking along with her penchant for taking fantastic photos (or fotos, if you're from Australia and can't spell, which she can).

Recently Gina had an all day excursion to meet a friend (bloke) from Ireland. A female friend (Sheila bloke, if you're from Ireland but living in Australia). Peripherally, she discussed chicken coconut cream curry. It sounded divine. I asked her for the recipe. Get out those pencils and papers, girls, Gina is sharing a secret of her many talents.

Ready?






Gina and I speak the same language.

*For more Gina -
http://thebaynhamfamily.blogspot.com/

Comments

  1. June Freaking CleaverFebruary 23, 2010 at 7:14 AM

    Oh, aren't you the clever one? Here I was, all ready to put on my apron and measure and stir my way to perfection...when all I need to do is drive to the store!

    Brilliant!

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  2. FoursonsFebruary 23, 2010 at 8:04 AM

    Now that is a recipe I can handle!

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  3. ToniaFebruary 23, 2010 at 9:02 AM

    We like Bertolli ourselves. Found in the freezer section. Every time I make it my husband asks if it's homemade. I'll never tell.

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  4. .:Anna:.February 23, 2010 at 7:47 PM

    My sister in law made homemade tortilla soup tonight-homemade brother, tortilla she fried herself, homemade homespiced everything.

    ... I was thinking, "Can't you buy a mix?"

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  5. GinaFebruary 23, 2010 at 8:24 PM

    Fair-Dinkum and Strike-a-Light
    You got me!

    I might as well bare all now...

    Sometimes, when the cupboards run really bare, I feed my kids... beans on toast!!!

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