Saturday, 22 September 2018

Slow cooker chicken curry


  • 1 large onion , roughly chopped
  • 3 tbsp mild curry paste
  • 400g can chopped tomatoes
  • 2 tsp vegetable bouillon powder
  • 1 tbsp finely chopped ginger
  • 1 yellow pepper, deseeded and chopped
  • 2 skinless chicken legs, fat removed
  • 30g pack fresh coriander, leaves chopped
  • cooked brown rice , to serve


  1. Put 1 roughly chopped large onion, 3 tbsp mild curry paste, a 400g can chopped tomatoes, 2 tsp vegetable bouillon powder, 1 tbsp finely chopped ginger and 1 chopped yellow pepper into the slow cooker pot with a third of a can of water and stir well.
  2. Add 2 skinless chicken legs, fat removed, and push them under all the other ingredients so that they are completely submerged. Cover with the lid and chill in the fridge overnight.
  3. The next day, cook on Low for 6 hrs until the chicken and vegetables are really tender.
  4. Stir in the the chopped leaves of 30g coriander just before serving over brown rice

Lemon Curd

This lemon curd is such an easy thing to make and delicious on just about everything! It’s sweet, tart and so much better when it’s homemade!

Author: Lindsay
Prep Time: 10 minutes
Cook Time: 10 minutes
Total Time: 20 minutes, plus cooling time
Yield: 3/4 cup
Category: Dessert
Method: Stove
Cuisine: American

1/4 cup (60ml) fresh lemon juice (about 1-2 lemons)
2 tsp finely grated lemon zest
1/3 cup (69g) sugar
4 egg yolks
3 tbsp (42g) salted butter


1. Combine all the ingredients in a double boiler (or in a metal bowl over a pot of simmering water). Heat while whisking constantly until mixture thickens and reaches 160 degrees, or coats the back of a spoon.
2. Pour the lemon curd into a heat proof bowl, cover with clear wrap pressed onto the the top of the curd to avoid a film developing, and refrigerate until cold.
3. Serve with your desired treat. Lemon curd is best when well covered and consumed within 1-2 weeks.


Friday, 21 September 2018

Farewell to Summer

Farewell to Summer
Weep! weep! oh, tearful skies,
While summer gently dies,
And let us bid her sad farewell;
There are no tears so dear
As yours, nor so sincere,
Nor to our hearts such solace tell.
The trees with beauteous green
The leaves no longer screen,
But to the sun their verdure sell;
He gives them glittering gold,
And colors manifold,
How short their day 'twere vain to tell.
Let the wind sadly sigh
O'er flowers that withered lie,
In sover mead, or verdant dell;
Under the falling leaves,
The shroud that autumn weaves,
They sleep, that once we loved so well.
Not with rare flow'rets gay
Make we a last bouquet,
But mint, and rue, and asphodel;
These are our chosen flowers,
Now that the summer hours
No more our hearts with gladness swell.
Early the waning light
Fades from our pensive sight,
While deeply tolls the evening bell;
Over the tree-tops tall,
Night treads her airy hall,
And silent listens to the knell.
By the night coldly kissed,
The silvery ghostly mist
Wakes from its slumbrous earthy cell;
Wanders beneath the trees,
Moved by each passing breeze,
Where late the burning sunshine fell.
Beneath the stars' faint gleam
Moves on the placid stream,
And towards the sea doth flow and swell;
So doth our life-stream flee
On towards infinity,
Where no abiding sorrows dwell.
by Bernard McEvoy
Art Alla Tsank

Tuesday, 18 September 2018


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph
Art Pat Brennan

Trolls, Moonbeams, Leprechauns And Stardust

Trolls, Moonbeams, Leprechauns And Stardust.
A world of caves, caverns, thickets and ledges
A place of bracken, heather, thistles and sedges
Of Spider webs, mosses, mushrooms and hedges
Green grassy dells, craggy hills of raggedy edges
Environments of enchantment, worlds of auld lore
Mysterious encampments of wee people of yore
Broad iron hinges on wee ancient oak doors
Behind which lie treasures on cool earthen floors
Oak roots brace ceilings, which green lichen adorns
Crude clever furniture, fashioned from shells of acorns
Curly toed slippers, forest green pointy caps
Thistle down mattress, bunk bed for long naps
Gossamer wings of wand wielding fairies
Flitting about o’er fields of silverberries
Leaving scintillating trails of sparkling, luminary
Like tiny comets tails, so temporary
Trolls under bridges, mean tempered and grumpy
Grey unkempt hair, clothes soiled and frumpy
Short and squat, a bit ugly and dumpy
Big crooked noses and skin mottled and bumpy
Worlds of mysterious wonder of which man knows little
Beings and places neath and above the earths crust
Haunting sounds o’er glen from a wee golden fiddle
Trolls… moonbeams… leprechauns and stardust
David Whalen
Art Brian Froud

Sunday, 16 September 2018

Rest Here for a Minute

Relax your shoulders
Release your jaw
Allow your gaze
To sweetly soften
Allow the earth below
To hold you up
Allow the support
To gently have you
Wherever you are
Whenever you need
With each exhale
Let go a little more
With each inhale
Trust that you are held
Release any conscious control
Of your breath
And allow the breath
To breathe you
Let go of any effort
Of any tension
Allowing the sense of doing
To shift into that of being
Allow each effortless exhale
To bring you a little bit deeper
Into yourself
Into the earth
Into the support
That so lovingly holds you
That is always there
When life gets busy
Or when it feels as if
The ground is crumbling
Beneath your toes
Allow everything to be as it is
The sounds
The sensations
Both inner and outer
Allow your whole body to soften
Feel how strongly you are held
Wherever you are
Whenever you need
Let your bones to get heavy
And the breath be full
Sweetly surrender
Any worries
Any fears
Any last bits of tension
To gravity
Allow yourself to be held
In its warm embrace
The more you soften
The more you trust
The more you let go
The more strongly you can feel
That eternal connection
The more you listen
The more you clearly you can hear
Its sweet whispering reminder
It’s okay to rest here
You are safe
You are loved
You are so strongly held
It’s okay to just be
For as long as you want
For as long as you need.

Relephant Read:

She Let Go.

Author: Alexa Torontow
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Photo: Used with permission