No.11

Sunday, Sunday... The Felice Brothers are winding down the week-end with their smoky piano whiskey saloon songs. I guess we all have a little of the wild west in us even if only planted in our youthful minds at saturday afternoon double bill shows. It's not about whether you were the cowboy or the indian but instead how, unconstrained by concrete and metal, life on the frontier played out. Sleeping under a mysterious, blinking, star-splattered, inky sky. Living and breathing survival.

Somehow now we live in a world where those fighting for survival are only a few decisions away from those creating dramas to enrich their blandly complacent lives. It's not a judgement, but an uneasy observation. Treat everyone you meet as you would like to be treated. An unexpectedly effortless way to live.

Sometimes the gravity of humanity makes the recipes seem frivolous. I remind myself of the philosophy of simple pleasures.

Here is a very easy girly cake icing. I made a vanilla double layer cake for a friend's daughter yesterday and topped it with this and fresh strawberries. 1/2 cup softened butter. 1/3 cup icing sugar. 1 cup fresh strawberries blended to a slightly chunky pulp. Cream butter and sugar, with an electric beater, until light and fluffy. Add strawberry pulp. Beat until combined. If consistency is too soft, refrigerate about 15 mins and then top cake/s. Enjoy

Postscript: Onto 'Tonight at the Arizona' and 'Rockefeller Druglaw Blues' another play it twice favourite. So nostalgic and modern.