The Georges of the world can always be counted on for some light relief in the headlines.
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Meanwhile at my desk, I posted my banana #weareallmonkeys photo on Instagram yesterday.
Intrigued? Well, allow me to explain and in doing so demonstrate just about all my knowledge of international soccer.
What was even more inspiring was the way sporting stars and celebrities then took up the cause by posting photos of themselves eating bananas with the hashtags #weareallmonkeys and #saynotoracisim.
Image from soccer player Neymar’s Instagram. He and his son are holding bananas in a show of support for fellow player Alves. |
I also have the results of groundbreaking research from the SSG Manor Test Kitchen. Whilst the internet may say that tapioca flour is a good substitute for cornflour, I don’t think they were talking about stir fries.
I made this Japanese Chicken and Celery Stir Fry on the weekend and coated my chicken pieces in tapioca flour. Which basically saw the whole base of my wok seize up in a golden crust of flour in about 2 seconds rendering it impossible for me to cook the chicken properly. I got there in the end after changing pans but it was a bit frustrating at the time. I’m off the get cornflour tonight.
The stir fry itself is a keeper recipe for me. I had no idea dashi could be used in stir fries.
The recipe is very quick to put together and the bit of chilli added to the sauce wasn’t overpowering. It keeps well too. Possibly because the celery holds its crunch well through the stir frying process. I added some carrots for a bit of colour.
Necklace – Red Phoenix Emporium, sweater – Mix Apparel, slim fit cuffed pants – Next Direct. |
Necklace – Red Phoenix Emporium, dress – Witchery. |
And here we are today in a Witchery stretch dress circa 2012 with a necklace from RPE’s 2014 #eastergram sample sale.
Have a lovely day and stay dry!
It’s the red blinking lights, ever since the electricity returned, I can’t help staring at them every time I’m in the kitchen.
And from the bottom of my kettle.
- great as a head band (priorities)
- lightweight but sturdy
- stayed put on the bridge of my flat nose
- polarised lenses
- the frames are a go with everything dark brown tortoiseshell
- came with a case and lens cloth
I used these sausages from the freezer.
And these secret weapons to make the perfect mashed potato topping.
A large amount of grated cheddar was also involved.
And the end result was perfect for the cooler evenings we’re having right now.
Some reviews of the recipe commented that the gravy tasted a little fake due to the soup mix being involved. I won’t hear a bad word said against French Onion soup mix but I did add a can of chopped tomatoes to my casserole.
I also added some chopped carrot and celery which bulked up the sausage layer of the casserole. This is definitely going to be a recipe on high rotation at SSG Manor this winter.
I got a bit enthusiastic with the brownie making and got out my Dutch processed cocoa… didn’t actually need it. |
I’m still in the grips of Cambridge fever so my next project was some baking from the AWW’s Prince George commemorative issue.
Coarsely chopped Zumbo Choc Brownie Tim Tams. Sigh. |
- 125g butter, chopped
- 200g dark chocolate, chopped
- 1/2 cup white sugar
- 2 eggs, lightly beaten
- 1 cup plain flour
- 1/4 cup SR flour
- 100g dark chocolate, chopped coarsely, extra
- 8 Tim Tams, chopped coarsely (that leaves you with 2 whole ones for you if you’re using the five pack Zumbo editions).
- Preheat oven to 180C (160C fan forced). Grease a deep 20cm square pan, line and allow paper to extend 5cm over sides. (Remember that Lurpak butter and brownie tin promo from a few years back? I used my tin for this recipe and it’s the perfect depth.)
- Combine butter and dark chocolate in a medium saucepan; stir over low heat until just melted. Cool for 10 minutes.
- Stir in sugar and eggs, then sifted flours until combined. Fold in extra chocolate and Tim Tams. Spread mixture evenly into prepared tin and bake for about 35 minutes. Cool in pan.
I will say, though, that the brownies went perfectly with a glass of Chandon. A totally decadent and spontaneous high tea at home.
With drink in hand and brownie crumbs all over my trackie pants, I was all set for an afternoon of Duchess of Cambridge wardrobe debriefing. All the major news sites have gone into outfit overload. Every item the Duchess was photographed in has been priced, sourced and critiqued with the kind of attention to detail we all know we really should be devoting to the forthcoming Budget but gee, where’s the fun and frivolity in that document?
It was all because of an article I read in the print version of today’s Sydney Morning Herald. I’ve been trying to find the online version to link for you but I’ve not been able to find it this morning. Anyway, it’s on the top of page eight and has the following headline: ‘Salary gap opens up as life and family get in the way’. The article describes the findings of a longitudinal research project conducted by the University of Sydney Business School. The subjects were the university’s law graduate class of 1987 and the aim was to follow the career paths of the graduates over time.
The graduates were first featured in the SMH in 1989, smiling up at the camera as they embarked on careers on equal salaries in Sydney’s most respected law firms. I was in year nine at the time and shared their optimism about career trajectories and equality. It was late twentieth century Australia after all, we weren’t being naive, we were believing what we’d been taught and thought we were seeing around us.
You know how you don’t come to this blog for journal club or critical reviews of statistical methods and selection bias? Good. Because all I have to go on today are the key findings as discussed in the newspaper article and a few of my thoughts.
First, the key findings from the study:
- At the end of the study’s follow up period, the men were generally earning higher salaries than the women
- The ‘tipping point’ for women (presumably between staying at their jobs or leaving them) was three children. Any number less than three seems to be the magic number for staying in the workforce, albeit in a part time position.
- With regards to workplace discrimination, women reported being subject to it on the basis of family responsibilities and gender whilst for men it was more commonly on the basis of disability or ethnicity.
- 25 years after both men and women mostly beginning their careers in large law firms, 29 percent of men and 11 percent of women were still working in them. Two thirds of the men versus a quarter of the women are now on salaries of greater than $300 000.
I don’t think it’s too hard to extrapolate these findings to other professions (except modelling perhaps) and as sobering as they are, they don’t actually come as too much of a surprise to me now that I’m a mother of one who’s 15 years into my own career. I can relate to the study’s findings of how mothers often have to pass up promotions, forgo seniority and put hard limits to the number of hours they can devote to their working roles. I understand the direct relationship between hours worked and take home pay. But perhaps it’s not so much discrimination but rather ‘biology and circumstance’ as one member of the cohort noted.
As wide as the gap still looks on paper between men and women in white collar professions perhaps a short coming of the stated findings of the study was a lack of reference to how fulfilled each graduate is now compared to how they were back in the early days of their professional lives. After all, for most of us, our careers are just one part of our lives and those lives become bother more complex and precious as we get older.
I’ve been fortunate enough to have had full time work in the profession I trained for since I graduated from university. I’ve achieved the goals I set for myself in my career. Motherhood came relatively late to me and has made me re-evaluate where I’m heading with work. But we all have turning points in our careers, don’t we? Illness, a desire to follow our hearts for a change, a yearning for a different life, fractured relationships and other major life changing events. Life happens to all of us, regardless of our gender, and we just have to make the decision to see the good that each stage of our lives offer us.
And yes, I couldn’t discuss being a working mum without at least referencing all those cliches. Prepare to be nauseated. Motherhood came to me when I needed it most. It forced me to change my priorities, to know my self worth and to do what it takes to give that beautiful little life the future he deserves.
One day on and my retinas are still burned…. |
I can hark back to that unsettling shopping trip yesterday when I happened upon the ugg thongs and thereafter lost my will to dart through the spendy boutiques in search of a new something to covet. Being a mother has broken that hollow cycle of needing to buy more and be more simply because me was all I had to devote my time, resources and energy toward. Life for me now is real. It is good and it is bad, it is joyous and it is painful. It also has a purpose outside of myself that that can’t be rated on a scale or quantified purely in dollars and cents.
Since I’ve been here, ANZAC Day has invariably begun with rain. As if the weather too is paying its respects.
It was hard not to tear up as the human face of past wars marched down George Street. I can’t begin to imagine the memories that the music, uniforms and forbidding skies must dredge up for the veterans.
The whole city paid its respects today. Behind the barricades, shops were uncharacteristically closed for business. Roaring buses were diverted well away from areas that were the focus of today’s commemorations.
As the procession disappeared from view, the empty streets echoed the distant sound of the pipe bands. And then, almost as suddenly as the city’s usual activity was interrupted, it started up again. Safety crews unclipped the gates, the police removed road blocks and the streets roared back to life.
The streets and arcades felt different as I walked along them this afternoon.
Medals worn proudly on pristine uniforms stood out against a backdrop of delicate cakes and pastries.
And on footpaths normally heaving under the feet of youngsters with headphones and phones fused to their bodies the ANZAC spirit took centre stage.
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The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have just left our shores after attending an ANZAC service in Canberra. It’s also a long weekend and as I was in the city, shopping also occurred today.
Which justifies me posting this photo I took on my travels after the ANZAC parade. It was a pretty clever poster in the front window of Peter Alexander. Oh, I also think this nifty segue seamlessly enables me to now talk about shopping for the rest of this post.
Speaking of PJs then, guess what I’ve finally found! Flannel PJ bottoms. Not as Sussan (my usual go to) and sadly not at Peter Alexander (out of my PJ price range) but at Cotton On.
Deodorant – $3.89, Akin Rose Hip Oil – $15.99, L’Oreal Revitalift wipes – $7.99. |
- Deodorant – self explanatory.
- Rose Hip Oil is the best for surviving 15 hour flights. I use it on my hands and face.
- Face wipes are a much more user friendly option on the plane than trying to wash your face at the tap in the confines of the toilet cubicle.
- Listerine
- A mineral water sprays always comes in handy. I’m trying a new brand – La Roche Posay. Will update with my thoughts later.
- Dry shampoo in a tropical scent. I haven’t used Batiste before. Hope it’s okay.
- I tracked down a travel sized bottle of Bioderma’s micellar water. Will do a compare and contrast with Garnier’s.
L’Oreal Gentle Eyes and Lips make up remover – $12.99. |