So here it is friends… my inaugural blogging post.

I have to say, I really feel like this is cause for celebration – mine anyway. I’m one of those scary individuals that drive their car and can’t remember how they got from point A to point B because they’re too busy daydreaming about their fantasy novel/hit record/Hollywood blockbuster/perfect partner or in my particular case, cookbook.
Disclaimer *** Note to SAPOL – Such talk of daydreaming is just a daydream, and at no time is the vehicle actually in operation.

As you probably already know, I am a mum. And I am a very proud one at that. My family is without a doubt my main purpose in life and the inspiration for everything I do. Every decision I make, every path I pursue, it’s always with their best interests in mind. I have two very special little girls and being a good role model to them is as important to me as breathing.

With all my talk of Evolution and Revolution I want to make something clear, I would never call myself a Feminist (not that it’s a dirty word, these brave woman paved the way for the rest of us). I’m more of a New-Age Traditionalist. I am totally devoted to my husband, kids and home but I also care about myself. Times have definitely changed and I believe it’s important to teach my daughters, as my mother taught me, that you can have your proverbial cake and eat it too. In other words, they can be great wives and mothers but still have a career, follow their own dreams, live life to the fullest and have a voice. And that’s what I intend to do. My dreams have always revolved around food. Writing and creating recipes for others to enjoy and hopefully be inspired by and, furthermore I just LOVE this little ol’ state that I live in.

Hence, start a blog.

Food according to me… Family, Travel, Passion, Therapy, Love, Fun… Obsession!

It’s definitely no secret with those who know me, yes I really, really, really like to talk and sweet Jesus… dare I say it… I’m opinionated. But, as much as I like to tell a yarn, I also love to listen and experience and learn and basically take in as much as I can from this amazing world and the awesome people in it and around me.
And, I really love to share.
I love to share food. I love to share recipes. I love to share experiences and I love to share my point of view. I’m sort of feeling that I maybe should’ve started blogging years ago. Hopefully there’s a few peeps out there in cyber-space that are actually interested in listening to me?

Anyway, please stick with me fellow food comrades, I’m new to this whole blogging caper and I am bound to make several mistakes, but I do vow this;
I Bree, do solemnly swear to triple test every recipe before I post it – most of the time… half of the time… hmmm get back to you on that one…
I Bree, do solemnly swear to give my honest opinions and be totally candid.
I Bree do solemnly swear that as long as I have readers that are keen to hear my views on all things food and South Australian (and Australian and sometimes worldwide, but mainly South Australian) and share my recipes, I will always be excited to share them with said readers.

Since this really is a cause for celebration, I thought maybe we should drink AND eat, in that order… just this once.

I know its super old fashioned and a bottle of true bitter goodness, but seriously if you have never experienced the delights of Campari then go forth, post haste and buy a bottle NOW. Run, don’t walk. If on the freakish chance, you have tasted Campari and God forbid, don’t like it. Take a punt, go and buy another bottle, because this ridiculously delicious cocktail will change your mind.
Now, if this cocktail fails to change your mind about Campari, just go back to what you did as a teenager drinking $10.00 Moonshine… buy 4 more bottles and drink it straight until you DO like it. However, if this further course of action still fails to work then maybe you should make enquiries into the possible medical advancement of taste-bud transplants, because yours appear to be broken.

Anyway, this is just a little Friday afternoon ditty I concocted for a celebratory howler such as this. Let me know what you think…

And, what my friends, is such a delightful little drink, if it’s not paired with an equally delightful little bite? Didn’t Mumma ever tell you? You got to eat boy! Line the stomach and all that. I’m obviously not one to support the old adage ‘Eatin’s Cheatin’.

My darling husband Cory likes to call it ‘Wine club’. Better known to all us mothers as Friday afternoon play dates.
Anyhoo, some of the most discerning and honest people I know are my girlfriends and this delicious dip goes down a treat at our wine clu… I mean play dates.
Best served when you have cause to celebrate such as these; inaugural blogging post, Friday arvo with the girls or the boys or both… you get the drift. Or perhaps, you’ve just got some prawns floating around in the freezer? That too would be a reason enough.

Anyway, I’m signing out now until next time and I am excited. I am extremely excited! Why? Because friends, even if the world just sees me as another self-promoting blogger… I’m a writer!