Grapes on crack.

.. cracked pepper that is... although apparently that's not what you say over here... apparently, one calls it;
'freshly ground pepper.'  But like i said to my boss - "that's too many words for me homie." GA HAH.

so i wanted to cook something, and had nearly NOTHING in my cupboards.. but i had enough to make these sweet treats.. alack i cannot offer a recipe as i didn't use one. just a mash up in my hash up of a week.
Lucy was about to throw out some grapes at the end of the road but i said "Noo, Lucy, NO!.. let me extend
their wee lives for just a little longer!"
Boiled the grapes with a little water, brown sugar, cinnamon and cracked pepper.
Made some sweet dough - flour, milk, icing sugar, baking powder.
Buttered some muffin tins.
Placed a dollop of dough on the bottom.
then a lashing of sticky grapes.
then another dollop of dough on top.
then baked on some heat between 50 and 180 degrees celcius (there are NO markings on our oven dial)
for 'x' amount of minutes... no idea how long, i was watching 'Casino Royal' on tv, so just checked in on them from time to time.
and TA-DA dessert in a flash.
yumo for my tummo.

-kate attack.

at least you make me alive... my sweet oh Luscious Life

this song always makes me feel alive... and if i feel utter rubbish it doesn't necessarily diminish that feeling, or take it away, but rather allows me to see that life can be lovely and beautiful despite the fact that i may be feeling 'crap!'

and it is Oh,  so, so lovely to sing along to, at the utmost tops of my heated lungs.


- kate attack

bits of pieces

Mamma wanted me to put up pictures of Newcastle.. well, there is one of the 'Millenium foot Bridge' there for you mummy dearest.. other than that, good food and delicious Fentimans which is brewed right here in Newcastle on Grey St, being consumed by myself and Nomes at The Baltic Contemporary art gallery.

And last but not least, my breakfast this morning. After cooking three proper breakfasts in a row whilst Nomes was here for a visit I just kept on going... I think tomorrow will have to be a bit lacking though as I have nearly emptied out the cupboards - time for another grocery shop! grrr. the only thing I like about grocery shopping is getting back home and seeing all the cupboards filled up once again, as for the actual act of moving a cart around the supermarket - that i dislike quite a bit.

The Ladybird

and on a bit of of blue paper that had been the band

of a small skein of silk

she wrote the lines of the silly little song:

"Wenn ich ein Vöglein wär'

Und auch zwei Flügein hätt'

Flög' ich zu dir--"

That was all she could get on her bit of paleblue paper.

"If I were a little bird

And had two little wings

I'd fly to thee--"

- text from 'The Ladybird' written by D.H.Lawrence.

if you put a bottle on your head...

... you are most certainly a GEEK.

... well at least if you do it the way i did, whereas last night at the Tyne there were a few people walking the white line with a pint on their head. Mister Baldy managed to impress everyone first with his slow steady steps but then some lovely woman managed to balance it and walk the line with a fast-paced strut.

too bad Baldy, looks like the limelight was certainly short-lived!

saving lots lately, i think i am doing rather well... yay here we come lovely friend's summer wedding in new zealand vineyard regions. everything else i want to spend money on is on hold. which is quite empowering.
plus i have been feeling nauseous a lot lately and having dreadful attempts of sleeping.. so staying home and not spending money isn't too, too hard.
i woke up 4 or 5 times last night! what is going on!!?? BRAIN; please, please shut down at night!


that is all.

-katie j

to be by the sea is a wonderful place to be for Naomi and me.

so off to the sea-side of the world yet again... it always puts me in the calmest of moods.

bare legs. sandy toes.

wet sea

and kids with runny a nose.

that's about the day summed up in photographic form.

not much fussed for words today.

- kate attack.

it's casual

'Here We Go Magic' - I knew I recognised this band when I heard this, it is a track that Vanessa Bruno
used in one of her fashion videos featuring Lou Doillon that I posted about a wee while back.
I found this on a lovely lass called Kate's site - For me, for you. She lives on Long Island in New York and makes lovely jewellery. Thanks miss hensby for giving gifts to me again!

post script - this imbedded link has a whole bunch more clips tacked to the end of it 'so casual-ly' that i hadn't noticed..  please ignore them, i watched the first and it was utter rubbish.

back to the bard.

Passionate child, wild on fire,

red of light, moving bright,

don't go so slow tonight,

but dive.

Oh dear, dear, dear, golly gracious,

misfits and day-shifts,

evenings spent on bent knee strings.

beginnings of endings and

second-hand lendings.

i don't want no more sympathy,

heart strings, leading on to nothings,

of new beginnings

endings.

Making more of love songs when -

gone wrong, all done, un-spun,

what is un-sung has surely become

my love's land.

a swollen hand directing

a band-stand.

Oh dear, dear, dear, golly gracious,

what am i to do (shit)

this one has got to un-stick

soon

too soon.

neighbouring fields of mamma and daddy's new land.

mother and baby animals in spring made my heart sing.. pretty little calf babies are so lovely-sweet...
...especially when they fumble and fall like i so often do in life.

where i used to wander at sunset time during my 3 months with mamma and pa before leaving lovely new zealand... through the shell of that old barn, and over top the giant tree stump.

'Aotearoa' - land of the long white cloud.

dinner with childhood pseudo parents not long before my departure to heritage lands

mamma told me to suck it in, and took another picture of me standing here with my contribution to the farewell dinner but my smile looked supremely rehearsed, so despite my lack of posture in this one here, my smile is much more genuine, so i thought the better.

-katie joy merryweather, © poetry composed on fifteenth of august, two-thousand and ten.

-adrienne merryweather, photography taken in january, two-thousand and ten.

'Little Lapin'

Pretty little Lapin, thought he'd win the race before me.
But he didn't know that this would be a balancing act for three.

Didn't he know that I was the Tortoise?
Though I may seem slow,
I'll still get there before you.

Silly little Lapin, ears on alert to his past.
He's catchin on his jacket buttons,
each and every made of brass.

Didn't he know that I am the Tortoise,
I could take it off Dear,
I'll show you the way.



Didn't you know that I could be your Tortoise?
I could take it off Dear,
I'll show you the way, to the light of the day,
through the thicket.

I could be your Tortoise,
I could take it off Dear,
I could be your Tortoise,
I'll show you the way, to the light of day,
through the thicket,

the thicket,
the thicket,
the thicket.

- © 23 July '10 (lyrics written by little me.)

mid-space, mid-place.

Blog layout change. Still not happy with it though. But all that darn black - as classy as black can be, was so darn depressing at times. Wish I knew how to format in 'html'.

Day off. And with the rain and all, I spent almost the entire day indoors. Mere minutes spent moving from front door to car door, to supermarket door, then all again in reverse.

Big breakfast. Alack I did not capture photographic evidence of it. Pity as the colours where marvellous. I'd of had you all salivating. Green beans pan fried in organic greek olive oil with sea salt, cracked pepper and oregano grilled tomatoes, poached eggs and parmesan on whole-grain toast. And oh my golly gracious, the lady who owns 'Mmm' the new organic shop which has recently opened up in Granger Market now has herself a guaranteed regular customer. I'll certainly be going back to re-fill my rubber sealed glass bottle with more of her lovely olive oils! It was sooo tasty-delicious on my red tom's this morning.

After my short exposure to the wet outdoors (with tissues in pocket as I hastily developed a cold and have been blowing my nose and washing my hands repeatedly ever since midday) and all the necessary ingredients acquired I retreated back into the kitchen. First I made some lemonade scones and then later after a wee kip on the couch; a salmon, mozarella, basil, capsicum, parmesan, oregano pizza from scratch... yes that is right, none of this pre-made pizza base shite. I am 'au natural'... when I want to be. Or when I am feeling like at least if I can create something out of a collection of haphazard ingredients then I can surely do the same out of all of my different, strange, environmentally new surroundings. maybe someday I'll make a life out of living.

There is time yet. In the words of Ingrid Michaelson - "a storm is coming, but I don't mind... all we can do is keep breathing."

Here is a photographic journey of my day of kitchen fiasco's.

    

      

The Tallest Man on Earth spent most of the day with me, on repeat. I don't even know what the fool looks like and I should like to marry him. Or at least have him over for dinner and a sing-song. Whenever I play music super loud on a good stereo I always think of my brother Thomas and how he loves to do the same.. and the day when Sarah and I were chatting (sans musical background) in the lounge and he kindly put on 'Real Gone'  - Tom Waits extra super loud, then trotted back down the stairs to say 'toodle-pip, I am out for the evening.'

How kind of him to decide that we 'needed' some sort of musical accompanyment with our conversation.

thanks mister Tom, I miss your sweet ass.

Tra.

Meet Mabel

Hello world, this is my very new and lovely friend Mabel.
She is pretty and sweet, and a soft touch to the cheek..
.. and it just so happens she matches my top sheet.

so thanks miss hensby for sending her over,
you are a treat, to keep.
and never to delete.

thinking of swapping one or two of my jobs for another and better.
less mess.
perhaps more finesse?

will mull it over in my mind
and see what's more in line,
with the lifestyle i should like to lead.
that i may be properly pleased.
once and for all.
or at least to get me through the fall.


-katie joy