Good food: Thai green curry paste

Do you love Thai green curry? So do I. Love it. When I was in Thailand many years ago I went to a traditional Thai cooking school and it was incredible. I set myself the goal of attending at least a one day workshop and cooking class in every country that I visited in South East Asia. I wanted to learn the art of traditional cooking so that I could replicate the amazing dishes that Asia offers, at home.

Whilst it’s very hard to replicate traditional Asian dishes in Australia, it is possible to get very close to the real thing. Sometimes I struggle to find some of the ingredients at home like straw mushrooms, and the many different kinds of ginger (who would have thought there were SO many kinds of ginger?!), or kaffir lime, but every now and again I can find them and the rest of the time there are things we can use to substitute along the way.

Do you buy your curry pastes? I used to, but they are expensive and like anything else pre-made you don’t have a lot of control over what goes into it. There is nothing quite like making your own, beautiful, fragrant curry recipe at home. It’s time consuming but it’s not difficult and you can create a paste that is appropriate to your own taste and suits your family. An added bonus? The paste keeps really well in the fridge so you make a big batch now and you have excellent, quality, fresh curry paste on hand for a couple of months (if you haven’t eaten it all by then).

Green curry paste recipe

Ingredients

5 large green chilies chopped
3 red birds eye chilies
2 tablespoons of fresh lemon grass (the thick bottom third only, thinly sliced)
1 teaspoon of kaffir lime rind (or regular lime rind works as a substitute)
2 tablespoons of finely sliced shallot
3 tablespoons of finely sliced garlic
2 tablespoons of chopped coriander root (yes, the root from the coriander, just give it a good rinse first)
2 teaspoons of Turmeric Ginger (yellow ginger)
2 teaspoons of Galangal Ginger (or regular ginger is an OK substitute, not ideal but OK)
1/2 teaspoon of coriander seeds
1/4 teaspoon of cumin seeds
1/3 teaspon black peppercorns
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1 teaspoon of shrimp paste (I make mine without because I can’t get good quality paste here in the country, you can omit it, but it’s better if you include it).

Preparing the seeds

You need to dry roast all of the seeds to really get them to release the flavour. Take a hot skillet and add the coriander seeds, cumin seeds and pepper corns. Move the pan over the heat being careful to heat the seeds all the way through but not burn them. It should only take five minutes or so. Once the seeds start to brown and smell amazing, turn the heat off and remove the seeds from the pan.

Method

Add all of the ingredients in a mortar and pestle and pound until you form a thick paste. It’s a real work out and it takes a while. Your paste should be thick and smooth and all of the chili skins should be pounded to a pulp and thoroughly combined. You can use a food processor if you have one (I don’t), but I do recommend that if you use a food processor once you are done put it in a mortar and pestle and give it a good pound anyway to ensure that the flavours are really released and combined together properly.

Once you have your paste scrape it all out of the mortar and pestle with a spoon and put it in a glass jar with a teaspoon of good quality oil over the top (coconut oil is the best, in my opinion, but use whatever you like) and seal the jar. The paste should keep well refrigerated for several months.

Keep your eyes out for our traditional Thai green curry recipe next week!

These are not womens issues.

photograph taken near a jungle market in Borneo 2009

When I was doing my undergrad degree I was studying a double degree in writing and international politics. Feminism is always something that I’ve had a strong interest in, though it took me a long time to identify as a feminist. It took me a long time to identify with a lot of things, I guess that’s just part of growing up. I was living in Melbourne and studying at Melbourne University, it was all very hip and edgy and alternative. I wore the Melbourne uniform of black skinny jeans and tattoos. I enrolled in a few units on women’s rights, one semester, I think they are under the blanket term of “gender issues” at university.

I remember sitting in the lecture, my nails painted black, take away chai in hand, and listening to the lecturer talk about “women’s issues.” I remember listening to the atrocious way that women have been treated around the world, and the horrific way that women are still, to this day being treated. Not only in developing nations, but right here, in our own backyards. I remember learning about the construct of gender for the very first time. The idea of femininity and the negative connotations it brings. I remember walking out of that lecture, my mind full of ideas and frustrations and information and statistics. I started thinking of how we define people, how we, as a society, label the marginalised with terms. Terms that make excellent academic papers and political discussions. Terms that only tell half of the story.

I remember wondering then why issues that seemed to be based on fundamental human rights, were being classed as “women’s issues.” I wondered then why there was only ONE male student in my tutorial. I wondered why the word “feminist” was used as an insult. I wondered why these issues weren’t more important to everyone. I remember thinking, if I have a son one day, I hope I can raise him to be that one guy in the class if he’s interested in politics. I hope I can teach him that women’s issues aren’t just for women. I hope I can raise him to care about issues even if they don’t directly relate to his own personal experience.

Now that I have a child of my own these issues are even more important to me than ever before. In the eyes of the girls all around the world I see her face. In the pain and the hunger and the sadness and the injustice I see Bo and I. I don’t think these issues are more important to me because my child is female. I think these issues are more important to me because my child is human.The only thing that separates us from those men and women and children who are suffering is where we were born. Nothing else.

How much do you know about the injustices facing women and children in the world right now?

The following are facts from studies conducted by the United Nations on “women’s issues”:
  1. Every 90 seconds, one woman dies as a direct result of pregnancy or childbirth. Most of these deaths are preventable with good education and access to medical care.
  2.  One in three women internationally will be beaten, raped or abused during their lifetime.
  3. More than 80% of displaced people and refugees are women – most of whom are caring for small children.
  4. Girls are less likely to reach adulthood than boys because of gender discrimination. This includes gender selection during pregnancy, undernourishment of female children, and
  5. The majority of victims of human trafficking are women. Women and girls are more likely to be bought and sold internationally as a part of sex trading.
  6. Women make up 70% of the people living in poverty internationally.

These figures are absolutely staggering, but for most of us, they don’t affect us personally. Yes, it is unlikely that as a western woman living in a western country that you will be sold as a part of a sex trading rink. It’s unlikely, but it’s not impossible. It’s unlikely that you will ever be a refugee, it’s unlikely you will ever be completely displaced. It is unlikely you will die from (a medically preventable condition) pregnancy or childbirth because you have access to good medical care. Our female children are just as likely to reach adulthood than our boys. Aren’t they?

So let’s put it in more local terms.The following are facts that were collected by the Australian Bureau of Statistics and published as a part of an Australian Government report on “women’s issues”:

  1.  One in three Australian women will be abused, assaulted or raped in their lifetime.
  2. In Australian women aged 15 – 44 violence is the leading cause of death, illness or disability.
  3. More than one third of violence against women happens in the home by the hand of someone they know.
  4. More than 80% of women surveyed who said they had experienced violence also said they did NOT report this violence to the police.
  5. Women are more likely to be abused by men they know whereas men are more likely to be abused by men they have never met before.

Are all of these statistics accurate? I hope not. Statistics are easily misrepresented and shouldn’t always be trusted. What these statistics do is give us a place to start the discussion. The reports issued by the Australian Government call these “women’s issues.” But they are not women’s issues. They are everyone’s issues. What these reports fail to mention is that men are twice as likely to be victims of assault than women. So if men and boys are just as likely if not more likely to be abused and assaulted than women and girls, isn’t this everyone’s issue? Isn’t maternal deaths everyone’s issue? Isn’t single parent families (regardless of gender) living below the poverty lines, everyone’s issue?

International issues of people trafficking, rape, maternal deaths, gender selection, domestic violence, abuse… these are not women’s issues. These are issues of humanity. These are issues for all of us as people and these are issues that we should all consider as parents, raising people.

Aren’t they?

For a very interesting conversation on men, feminism and human rights I urge you to watch this TED talk. A man talking about why HE is a feminist, and why he thinks everyone should be. He is engaging, interesting and has some strong, powerful ideas that are really worth listening to.

A little seed.

I’ve been living in the back room at my mothers house for a while now. Finding my strength. Finding my feet. Surrounding Bo and I in safety and warmth with the added security of having my own mama close during the most challenging time of my life. But through the long and difficult summer of my broken heart I discovered a little flame of eternal hope that lives inside me, and like a roaring fire it refuses to be silenced. The time is coming for me to leave the nest once more. After months of tumbling through my own mind, somersaulting from one idea to another, trying to find direction… I know now what I’ve known all along. I don’t want to live in a city. I was raised a city girl, but after living for so many years now in rural lands around the world, my place is no longer the city.

I don’t know where it is I belong. But I know it’s not amongst the towering buildings. And it’s certainly not in a housing estate, where every house looks the same.

I want to grow a garden to feed us. I want to raise Bo in a mindful way, close to a city so that I have opportunities for work and growth in my industry but in a community of shared resources and creativity and fertile land. I know that this means starting over, without my family, and the road will be long and there will be some big challenges along the way. I’ve never been scared of hard work, and I know what I want for my little family. And I’m not going to let my own fear get in the way of that.

The question now is, where?

How lucky I am to have the whole world at my feet. To be able to make such a big decision for my child and myself. To have the freedom to choose a village or a town or a place and pack up and go. How blessed I am not to be tied to a place or a neighborhood. How lucky to have options. It might take me a while to decide where to go. But the path is becoming clearer. Choose a state, choose a city to be close to, to choose to be close to the ocean or close to the mountains, to choose a town, to choose a house, to start a new life.

Like a little seed this idea has been planted into the cool autumn earth, and by summer, the hope is that it will have sprouted the fragile seedling with strong roots, and the determination to grow. The beginning of a new life for Bo and I. A new life with a bright future.

So my question to you is, if you could live in any small town in Australia, where would you live and why? I’m on the (perpetual) inspiration hunt.

This life.

What a week!

We’ve been on lots of adventures. Last weekend I had my first day out since having Bo. And my first wild festival day since long before I fell pregnant. I danced and I laughed and I nursed cans between my knees and sat on shoulders and danced and laughed some more with some beautiful friends. We left our babies with their grandparents and let loose. It was just the mothers day present to myself that I needed. It was freedom. It was awesome. How lucky am I to have such great new friends right here on my doorstep?

Bo and I ventured further south to meet with Jess and Jonny from Rebel on a Rainbow, which was awesome. It isn’t very often that we get to meet up with our internet friends. The nature of the blog industry means that connections and networks go above and beyond the bounds of countries or cities. Which means I have beautiful friends writing their stories from all around the world. When the opportunity came to get out of the house and go and meet two of the most inspirational people I’ve read about online, I couldn’t pass it up. It was spectacular.

We have had some wild weather this week so we’ve been hiding out in the house watching the rain, listening to the thunder, painting and drawing and playing dolls.  We’ve been dreaming of our future home, wondering where in the world it might end up. My answer? It’s still in the wind.

I hope your weekend is full of light and love and inked in colour. Bo and I will be snuggled up indoors for the most part and if the weather clears we might head out to the farm land to do a shoot and write an article for work. We’ll see. We don’t have much planned. Probably some lounge room picnic tea parties with some dolls, maybe some painting… definitely some far off dreaming.

Have you got a link you’d like to share with me? A favourite blog post that you’ve read or written? A video or a story you think deserves to be seen? Leave the link here in the comments, I know I’d love to broaden my reading a bit this weekend. Let’s share the love around!

xox

Chasing bliss – Meet Rebel on a Rainbow.

Everyone has a story to tell. Every single one of us is full of incredible stories and beautiful moments. Every one of us is inspiring and every one of us yearns to be inspired. When I find something that truly inspires me, that reminds me who I am and why I do the things that I do, I can’t help share it. And this is where these beautiful people come in. My friends, meet Jess and Jonny.

Jess and Jonny from Rebel on a Rainbow are living my dream life. Seriously, what I would give to buy a van and just drive, I’ve considered it a thousand times, and I still find myself throwing the idea around in my head on an almost daily basis. After working for years and years and committing to the daily grind and conforming to our societies norms, Jess and Jonny gave it all up for a dream. They sold their possessions and hit the wide open road. They are living their life, chasing their bliss, on their very own pursuit of happiness. Arms and eyes and hearts wide open to the world around them. Their passion for our country and it’s beautiful red land is inspiring.I’ve been reading their blog for a while, Jonny is a big fan of my husbands surfing and follows him on Instagram. Which is how I first discovered Rebel on a Rainbow. I was at first intrigued by the name and by a few of their comments. So I went on an internet expedition to discover more about these people, living a life different than one I had every lived with the same purpose that I have always held close to my heart. Gentle, kind and completely out of the box.

It didn’t take me long to decide that this couple were people who I’d like to meet and I put them quickly on my blog reader and followed them on Instagram (their photos of Australia are beautiful and unusual and full of love and light and dreams). Their warmth and genuine joy for their lives and for each other is something that I can only aspire to. They are lucky to have what they have, and they value it.

Isn’t love a beautiful thing?

We met for lunch at the beautiful Samudra cafe in Dusnbourough on the impressive Western Australian surf coast. It’s a pretty spectacular part of the world and one of the best raw food cafe’s I’ve been to in a long time.

It’s always interesting meeting people that you only “know” through their online persona’s. But Jess and Jonny were exactly as I expected them to be. Humble, warm and totally down to earth. Good food, good conversation and a lot of laughs lead to a drive down to Yallingup and a lustful gaze at the knee high swell rolling across the break.

Is there anything more important than chasing your dreams? Jess and Jonny don’t think so, and I couldn’t agree with them more.

We don’t want to have any regrets, we want to make the most of every day.  We are just a couple of kids trying to live our dreams…

All power to them. Life without regrets. Life filled with love and experience and joy. What is life it is not lived with passion? What is life if not to be enjoyed? What is life it not to be inked in colour and laughter and love? Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while know that this is something that I’m totally passionate about, I’ve written about it a lot. The pursuit of happiness.

Jess and Jonny are inspiring to talk to and I feel very blessed that Bo and I were able to spend such a joyful afternoon by the beach with them. We talked about the joys and challenges of van life and about the wanderlust that drives them. We come from different worlds and have very different stories, but our yearning for the path less traveled is the same. Our common desire to grab life with both hands and to live the absolute hell out of it, meant that we could have talked long after the sun set over the sapphire sea. I’m already dreaming of a little getaway to the east coast to see if I can catch some waves with these excellent people.

I urge you to head over to Jess and Jonny’s beautiful blog Rebel on a Rainbow, follow their amazing adventures and soak up some of the passion they have for our beautiful country, the love that they have for each other and the unbridled joy that they have for their life. It’s totally contagious.

Dear Bo,

Dear Bo,

Today you are 15 months old. Another three months has come and gone and with it you have changed and grown and become more of yourself. Every day you surprise me and you change me. Life is nothing without growth and change, and you intrinsically know this. you are still such a primal creature, you want for only what you need. Love and food and warmth and safety. All of those things I am so lucky to be able to provide you with ease.

Sure we don’t have our own house yet, we don’t have a lot of money in the bank, we don’t have a reliable car or a fancy wardrobe or any idea what the future will bring. But what we do have is enough. We have enough food and enough warmth and enough shelter. We have more than enough love to go around. We have each other. And kid, that is more than enough. Sometimes I wonder how I’m going to be “enough” for you, enough of a mother, enough of a leader, enough of a care giver. I wonder how I can do the job of two when I am only one. But then I see the way that you look at me and the trust in your hands when you reach out to me and the love in your eyes when you wave to me when you wake up in the morning. And I realise, I’m already doing it. We’re doing it together. And we are enough.

There are lots of things that I want to teach you, but every day you teach me twice as much as I could hope to show you. You are already role playing with your toys, you climb into cardboard boxes and feed them and give them drinks and cuddle and kiss them and sing your funny little songs into their ears. You show me what love is. You show me how to slow down and how to appreciate every moment even when I’m exhausted and weary, you are there, smiling, with nothing but laughter and joy (and hair pulling, with the best of intentions).

I’ve been thinking a lot over the past days, weeks, months, about what it is that I have learned in my 27 years about life that I want to show you. What it is I want you to learn. There are a lot of things, of course, and I’ve mentioned them in my past letters to you, but if there was just one thing…. what would it be? Then the other day I was having a bit of trouble with my own emotions. I was struggling with my own grief and my own fear about my future, I was having a bit of a private moment, as people do, I was overwhelmed by the hugeness of it all. I was searching for the answer. And I found it. I took a deep breath and I reminded myself to be kind, to myself. To be gentle with myself. And that’s it. That’s what I want for you.

If I am to show you anything it is how to be kind. How to understand your power as a human being and the great responsibility that comes along with it. The responsibility to be kind to the world around you, the responsibility you have to be kind every person you come in contact with in your life. The responsibility you have to yourself, to be kind to yourself even when life get’s hard, and it does. It really does some times. To be kind to yourself even when you make mistakes. To be kind to yourself and to others even when the world seems cruel.

“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.” Pema Chodron

More babies will (hopefully) come to our family one day, but you will always be the person who changed me. The person that gave me the most important role that I have ever held in my life. The role of the mother. You will always be the person who changed me, who gifted me perspective and kindness and patience beyond anything I had before. Thank you, Bo. Thank you.

I used to yearn for adventure, and I still do, and we will go and do some amazing things together and separately. But I’m no longer searching, the wild I always searched for is in you now. You are my wild. You are my greatest adventure.

I love you.

Your Mama, always.
xox

Mothers.

My mother and her three.

“Making the decision to have a child – it’s momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”

– Elizabeth Stone

Motherhood, it is the most difficult job in the world, but it is also the most rewarding. To my own mother (above) who gives of her space and her time and her love daily, helping Bo and I to find our new direction. Thank you, for everything you have done, for everything you do now, and for everything you will do for us in the future. I literally wouldn’t be here without you.

And to my beautiful daughter who gave me the worlds most precious gift, there are no words to express my undying gratitude. You are the only one who knows what my heart sounds like from the inside, and I will always love you with the ferocity that I did the very first moment I laid eyes on you. May I always have the strength and patience to be the mother that you deserve.

Happy (belated) mothers day, Mama’s.

This life.

What have you been up to this week?

We were up in the city for the weekend and Perth put on beautiful weather for a trip to the zoo with my sister and my niece and nephew. It makes me feel very blessed to get to do such wonderful things under the guise of “work.” Bo was pretty stoked to check out the animals and a little less stoked to ride on the carousel (ok, she really wasn’t into that bit at all).

We lunched with the beautiful Peggy from Cake crumbs & Beach sand. It was so amazing to actually get to meet on of my blog-crushes in the flesh and chat and laugh and eat some amazing food put on by the team at Chefz Table. The guys who have just opened this “relaxed fine dining” restaurant are old friends of mine and young dudes in the fine dining business, and they totally deserve the rave reviews they are getting. They’ve done a bloody brilliant job of this restaurant and the food is fancy, delicious and totally impressive. If you’re in Perth, go and treat yourself to a fully interactive dining experience. It’s awesome. Seriously.

Since being back in our little home in the little town south of Perth, we’ve just been getting back into our daily rhythm. Days filled with rain and wind and thunder have kept us indoors. Painting, cooking and drinking tea and to be honest, going a little stir crazy. But I’ve done a fair bit of getting-lost-online this week and I have some awesome links that I think you’d love too.

I loved this article on the middle-class poor, it’s something that I see a lot of on my facebook feed, people with lots of opportunity crying poor. First world problems that aren’t problems. I think it’s really easy to become complacent, to cry poor and to feel hard done by. Forgetting there are people who are really struggling, and not because they can’t afford to buy a new iPad.

These family photos made me smile, Ashley rocks and is a seriously funny lady… if you haven’t checked out her blog, you should… in fact her Instagram feed has me snorting out loud periodically throughout the day and is definitely worth a look in.

This Ted Talk made me sit up and pay attention. If you haven’t seen this guy speak yet. You should. If you think that feminism doesn’t matter, you need to see this. And if you (like me) believe that this is a serious issue that needs attention, this persepctive will do nothing but fire you up even more. Watch it. Just do it.

It’s mothers day this weekend. I hope you’re all going to have some time with your mums and your babies and your families. Mothers day isn’t really about gifts (though a sleep in would be nice), it’s just about love. It’s just about saying, thank you to that one person who gave you life.

Thanks mum. x