Wednesday, June 15, 2016

They Draw and Cook - Granny's Apple Pie

It is a not very well kept secret that when I am making pie I am thinking about my mum. My kids know it and it makes them worry that I am feeling sad. They come and sit next to me and peel the apples and tell me funny Granny stories and ask me to whisper to them the secret ingredient. They know of course because I have told them a thousand times… “You have to put a little bit of love into it, all your happy Granny memories, that makes the best pie”. Last week Hugo was scootering past the kitchen (who let’s their kids scooter in the house?!!) and called out… “Not enough love mum”…and he threw some in over his shoulder.
My mum never let us cook as kids (or scooter in the house!!) because she thought we made too much mess but when I left home she taught me how to make short crust pastry because apple pie was my favourite.
There are no measurements for this recipe because she never followed a recipe and that’s how I learnt. It’s all about smelling and tasting and feeling and knowing it’s just right!

Check out this fabulously yummy website: They Draw and Cook

Monday, April 4, 2016

Drawing with J & H...

Jonah (8) and Hugo (6) are not impressed about Life Drawing. They are slightly insulted and have told me they run a much better drawing class. This week they are teaching "How to draw Dinosaurs". Every time I look away from my drawing Hugo steals it and fixes it up for me! It is true, their class is fun!!

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Life Drawing

It is true, we have moved to the big city and so I have to take all the opportunities the city has to offer. Starting with Life Drawing classes. I need to get back into practise. After over four years of managing other artists, for my sanity I have to have some "me" time. I haven't done a life drawing class for nearly twenty years, so I have picked a casual suburban class. I know immediately I have found a safe place. In a crowded room, there are easels everywhere, chatter and laughter. The class is filled with mostly eccentric oldies, somehow this makes me feel at home. One week the model and the artists are debating local politics. They tease each other and discuss everything from the birds in their gardens to some arty jazz club they like to go to. Despite their exuberant friendliness, I still feel like an idiot. I have no clue what I am doing. I haven't been to art school, I don't know the technique. In the break I call my friend Robyn who reminds me I am not an idiot. A true friend she always is!