Mongolian horse trek day 6, including river crossings and Mongolian words.
Mongolia journal ~ Rivers and words
Mongolian horse trek day 6, including river crossings and Mongolian words.
My latest kitchen mixadventures - muesli, beef stroganoff, guacamole and a fab capsicum and sundried tomato dip.
There’s so much to love about Aqua Follies. It's a romance novel with depth and complexity at both the emotional and historical (1950s) level.
ZILLAH It's our third day in this godawful place -- the garishly (yet aptly) named Tomb of Horrors. It is by far the most treacherous maze we've faced and, so soon after my 20th name day, I can't help wondering if I will see the next. We're currently taking respite after an encounter with three … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: Tomb of Horrors – part 1
Inspired by the TV series War on Waste, I'm making some changes. Because we as a society need to be more mindful -- not only how we dispose of things we don't need, but what we buy in the first place.
Horse trekking in Mongolia: in which we hang out with herd animals and visit Terelj NP
Ohmygoodness I've turned into a food blogger. Except not really, because this isn't about the recipes and it's definitely not about the food styling. It's basically about the Thermomix exploits of someone who doesn't usually cook. You've been warned. week 3 - Chicken Cacciatore After a most impressive opening fortnight with my Thermomix, I was … Continue reading Mixadventures with chicken cacciatore and creme brulee
The first in a series of culinary mixadventures
ZILLAH The haft of the Flail of Wind and Rain is to be found in the Tomb of Horrors. Or so the wizened creature Oramoot says. The Tomb of Horrors. The very name makes me shiver. Oramoot has produced a map to the tomb, which is a long-forgotten Vhadrim testing place near the town of … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: To Kyam by water and dust
ZILLAH Alas, the Derros still have the skystone. The lump of star metal needed to forge the flail. Our party is forlorn but, thanks to Alix, intact. Fleet’s purr rumbles with life against my chest, Squirrel’s mutterings echo against the rocky ceiling. I wish he would be quiet. Alix resurrected both him and my cat. … Continue reading D&D Chronicles: In the hanging gardens