My father had many talents. Born in 1919, he was an old-fashioned gentleman who strove all his life to be current. He wore clothes like a dandy - apple green suits with feathered hats in the 1940's, silk shirts deeply unbuttoned with a gold Buddha at his olive-brown neck in the 1970's. When he died my mother counted some 200 shirts in his closet. He wrote radio plays before television was invented, then moved on to directing cult advertising commercials for Coke in the early 80's along with music clips for AC/DC and the first cooking videos for Australia's original celebrity chef, Charmaine Solomon.
Showing posts with label tuna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tuna. Show all posts
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Tuesday, 27 September 2011
A pie for my love
Gareth loves a pie. He welcomes a pie from the oven like a lover in a
new dress - a little whistle, a side look of lust. I never trust my
ability to make pastry; sometimes my pies look more like an ill-fitting
op-shop frock than designer threads, but none the less, my husband still
pays his compliments for the effort sincerely made.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)