Here’s my beautiful pimped bike (an indulgent bike porn post)

Posted on October 17th, 2014

As reported last week, I had a bike stack. I’m feeling much better now, thanks! My main concern, however, as I got lifted from the road by lovely strangers, was for my bike.

Pablo and I with my new bike. Pimped out in yellow and chrome.

Pablo and me with my new bike. Pimped out in yellow and chrome.

My bike is the most valuable material possession I own, apart from my couch, if we’re talking from a financial POV. From an attachment POV, my bike is number one by a mile.

I’m attached. The reason is this…it represents a story and a process. Allow me to share the story (it does have a point).

My bike started out as a frame bought from Paris five years ago. It’s a Barale, which is a seriously rare bike built in San Remo, Italy in the early 1970s. It’s super light. A friend’s partner helped me do it up, strip it back and paint it, adding spic Read more

My sweet and sour kiwi fruit gelatin goobs

Posted on October 16th, 2014

I’ve been on a gigantic gelatin journey the past few weeks…tweaking and finessing different ways to stir up this amazing healing product (for guts, nails, inflammation) into convenient snacks and breakfast foods.

Kiwi fruit

Image via Pinterest

Last week I posted my coffee almond gummy squares recipe and previously shared My latest gut health obsession: gelatin post. Given the interest, I figured I’d share another recipe…my favourite combo to date, and one that some say can’t be done.

Yep, in my obsessed reading on the subject, I came across gelatin devotees who somehow think the acid in kiwi stops the gelatin from goobing correctly.

I beg to differ. Massively. These things wobbled out a treat; I added an extra tablespoon of gelatin powder…which suits me fine Read more

The bike accident I had to have

Posted on October 14th, 2014

Last week I came off my bike. It was spectacular to observe, I’m told by the kind strangers who lifted me off the road. But completely freakish in outcome. For, despite propelling several metres, my front wheel coming off and my face sliding along the asphalt, I wound up with just a popped couple of ribs, some gashes and fancy bruising.


Image via Pinterest

Here’s some extra freakishness: I face planted and face-slid in slow motion, and remember clearly thinking “Bugger, this is not going to be pretty”. But got up and had barely a scratch to my face. Seriously. My sunglasses had taken the full brunt of my fall. They’re shredded; my face is merely bruised!

I find all of this a beautiful thing. This is why…

I’d been starting to work myself up into a frenzy over my competing deadlines on my next book. I was too close to it. I was losing Read more