yep I keep on bashing my ideals through about the "simple things in life" I too am a "sav man" love the home made marmelade and chutneys

if there is a folk fair or farmers produce market within coo-eee of me I will be there and return with a boot load, having good neighbors I get plenty of preserves as well, nothing like a bowl of ice cream and home made preserved peaches or apricots, dont go much on that "gellatti" stuff though but dont tell them, they'd belt me

went to one in wirrabara a couple of years ago after dropping off a bit of furniture that I had made for a chappy over there, thought I would be smart and bring back some cases of preserves just for storage,

coming home I was run off the road by a woman who was still putting the seatbelt on her kiddy 40 kms out of town, well what a mess, busted jars and fruit everywhere, I nearly cried,

The only up side of your experience Dave is you didn't end up as jam.
I love home made whenever I can get it.
A few years ago my daughter was living in Gawler and had an 80+ year old apricot tree which grossed 80kgs of fruit. She sold most of them to a local organic produce store at Lewiston.
The rest she brewed into home made jam, and sent me a jar for Christmas. Yummm! A great present, and I loved it.
Everything seems to be the best when the KISS principle is applied.
It's nice to be among friends. Chris

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The camp fire in the bush, early morning (before sunrise), toast just burnt with butter and vegemite on it. Hot coffee in an enamel mug, steaming into the face. My dog along side, enjoying the toast as well. Birds start their day with a chat (feathered)

Simple pleasure, that lasts a life time.

Basil, try changing your name to Maysil, and read the womans weekly, for conversation. See if that gets you past security at CWA. Great scones in there

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Don't say anything but I've joined as "Mabel",.....

 

God bless the cwa and all who sail in amongst them!!!!!!!

yep I was a vollunteer firey for many years and when we were out on the job the cwa had scones and pasties, lamingtons and tea by the barrell, first there and last to leave, just like having a great swag of "mums" around,

any little kiddy going without in the town and they new about it, no empty bellies while they were there, by hell I wont have a bad word said against them,

but oh gawd, the gossip,

Hi! Basil,
We tried your fish sausage recipe on Good Friday and they were really tasty, Thank you.
Also thanks to Dave, the Dragon and Lil Blue for the great "Cobb" recipes on a previous topic.
Have to say we are enjoying the friendship of Grey Nomads and all the good tips and hope to catch up with a few GN's during our travels. On the countdown now.
All the Best Liz and Ed

Not too many that we don't get along with ! Everyone has their story to tell.
Live life well !!

big long tables of it all covered with butchers paper, those buggers worked their fingers to the bone, still remember coming in from a big one just out of georgetown starving, I grabbed a sausage roll only to have one large matron smack me on the back of the head and say "go and have a wash you dirty animal" and thats the same one that would wash and bandage your wounds while your trying to have a cuppa

still remember the hanky would come out and some old duck would give it a lick and then wash a dirt mark off the face

salvos and the red cross are fantastic but they arent the same, not like having all them "mum's" on the job

then the fundraising, wished to hell I'd bought up all their crochet work now, cant get it any more, although we have found a lady who is still doing it but it's rare, then there was all their jams, pickles and preserves, the tinned stuff is not the same

keep on saying it, the worlds changing but it aint for the better