Skip to main content

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!

    ReplyDelete
  2. FoursonsFebruary 23, 2010 at 8:04 AM

    Now that is a recipe I can handle!

    ReplyDelete
  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.

    ReplyDelete
  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?"

    ReplyDelete
  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!!!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Most Dreaded Words

 Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"
Post a Comment
Read more

Too Sick to be Sick

I am sick.  Really and truly sick.  I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day."  Because I am.  My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor.  I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick.  So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor.  I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin.  I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.  The kids came home from school.  I might have acknowledged them.  I made chicken noodle soup from scratch.  I couldn't even think.  My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do.  I grunted some terse instructi...
6 comments
Read more

What We Eat

Check out the good looking crew.  Just to clarify.  I'm the pretty one. There's a little mountain resort in Northern Utah that is invaded every July by this group of people. We are an intimidating bunch. 5 years ago my brother brought his Nepalese bride to the United States.  She lived in a country where she had no expectation to ever drive a car.  She bought her food daily from the market and ate it.  She taught English, although her accent was so strong when she arrived I questioned her grasp of the language.  We tried to be friendly and accepting.  We ended up scaring the daylights out of her. She thought we were crazy.  Her words, not mine. Although I think she tolerated me a little better than the others because I had the brand new fair-haired baby that she continued to steal.  She wanted a blond haired, blue eyed baby and wondered what her chances were now that she married an American. We take turns cooking for the family dinners. ...
6 comments
Read more