I don’t know about you but I’m just a little bit shocked when I see that my last post here was over 6 years ago! Wow. I don’t even know what to say…
Except that, a lot has happened in 6 years! My sister and I went to Australia in 2016 and spent a month getting to know a very small part of that beautiful and HUGE country. I have to say, that trip was a big milestone in my life. Things happened that launched one of my biggest, craziest adventures ever and that’s what I’m here to tell you about.
And, just so you are not too disappointed, I’ll end with a recipe. ;P
So, a little back story to fill you in…
On the southern part of Tasmania is the capitol city, Hobart. That’s where my sister and I found ourselves chatting in a grocery store with a stranger from Perth, Australia named Ray. He was headed to Antarctica for six months, we were headed around Tasmania, but the moment found us all heading for the peanut butter and honey aisle. We had dinner and became friends and Ray welcomed us into his exciting Antarctica expedition with long, detailed emails and even texts. An Antarctica trip has been a dream of mine and this was almost as good as going myself!
Long story short, we’re still good friends and send packages back and forth over the Pacific Ocean in spite of the ridiculous shipping costs!
One such package sparked the project that I began 2 1/2 years ago and finally finished this year! Now, I know this is terrible, but I’m going to send you to my art blog to hear the rest of the story, but before I do, here is the recipe I promised.
This recipe is part of the project. A recipe adapted from my grandmother’s handwritten cookbook just for this special purpose.
Now, before you get your mixing spoon and bowl out, would you mind taking a quick jaunt with me over to my art blog at Pen On Paper? Do come! I don’t think you will be disappointed!