Hello normality, it’s nice to meet you again.
I don’t know where the last month has gone. Between crazy deadlines at work, an even more crazy hens weekend up North, new people in my life, my sister Tegan’s wedding and a series of unfortunate events which have hit some of my favourite souls, things have just gone nuts.
It’s in these moments of complete mayhem I always appreciate the moment of stillness of familiar rituals. Two weekends ago I was blessed to stand by my sister’s side as she married her soul mate. It was the most emotionally charged ceremony with barely a dry eye in the room, a true reflection of the incredible love they have for each other. Big love. Inspiring love, shared by two fearless souls.
Weddings to my family are always an opportunity to get together and pool our creative resources, spending the time leading up to the big day running around like crazy people making cakes, decorating the church, arranging the bouquets and doing ridiculous things like constructing a canopy from kilometres of fairy lights. It makes the day all that more special though when you take a bite of that wedding cake, you taste the love and dedication put into it by your mum, not some commercial kitchen.
In the craziness that was the weekend came moments of calm, which true to our family’s form was an opportunity to stop, make 10 cups of coffee (what’s that, 3 black, 2 with sugar, 3 white and 2 half strength), put out a date loaf and connect as a family on my parent’s patio.
Too busy? Not an excuse.
It was a simple moments in mayhem, bonding and reflecting over funny moments we have shared over the years, telling embarrassing stories of Tegan to John and collectively getting excited about the events to come the next day.
Morning tea has always been a big thing in our family. My grandmother would always make a slice, have a stash of homemade biscuits in the pantry or my Aunty would pick up a blueberry and custard bun on the way over. As we got older the length of time we sat at that table got longer, talking and learning from the incredible lives my grandparents lived.
I still hold morning tea in high regard, even at work. Regardless of how crazy it is, come 10:30, I am down in the kitchen toasting my nut loaf, slathering it with tahini and making my coffee.
There is true beauty in a little perspective.
Raspberry, basil and coconut loaf
Adapted from Cook Republic
2 cups of shredded coconut, toasted
1 cup wholemeal flour
1 cup seeds and nut, ground into a flour (I used a mix of hazelnuts, almonds, sunflower seeds or just use all almond meal)
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 cup coconut sugar
4 eggs, lightly beaten
2 tsp finely chopped basil
165ml coconut milk
2 tsp vanilla essence
1 cup frozen rasberries
1. Preheat oven to 180 degrees and line a loaf tin with baking paper
2. Combine coconut, flour, nut meal, baking powder, salt and coconut sugar in a large bowl
3. Combine vanilla, basil, eggs and coconut milk in a small bowl and fold into the dry ingredients
4. Gently stir in rasberries then pour into the loaf tin
5. Bake for 55 mins or until cooked through