WOTW……and a long one its been

What a week it’s been, my WOTW could go on for hours and sadly about nothing too humorous, it’s been a very long and tiring week. Its the end of financial year which means long mentally draining hours, dealing with constant demands at work and home and the never ending ear bashing of politics with our looming election, i’m feeling grumpy! Tonight I have no mojo so my evening entails the couch a good bottle of red and homemade pizza……..

Knowing that the contents of my fridge would not hold all the edible ingredients I needed for tonight’s pizzas I did a quick trip to the shops earlier. Spinach , mushrooms, chicken, some flat pita bread, shredded cheese and  bocconcini at home in the fridge these pizzas are going to be yum.

Pizza making is about to begin and I open my fridge to get the cheese and what meets me at the fridge door is a familiar sight. A busy week means; horded leftovers, some furry friends and by the end of the week I have a couple of science experiments in progress.
Is your fridge like mine? You don’t have to admit to the furry friends or the hidden science experiments but surely you have leftovers! We all think yes I will heat that up tomorrow, the kids can put that on a sandwich, I’ll save that for later. I’m my worst enemy when it comes to my fridge, I know no one else is going to clean it or empty its contents when it needs it…it’s left for me to clean and yet i’m the one who is filling it.

I actually put off looking in there sometimes, guiltily knowing that when I open the door some of the contents have grown eyes and they’re staring at me as I try not to make eye contact.  Generally I know when I need to hold a funeral as most things have died. My fridge is known for mass funerals, I tend to accumulate bodies and things just get crowded as the furry bodies are starting to shrivel. The terrible part is in all of this I am the only person I can blame, and each time I clean the fridge after the dead bodies have been removed I always make an oath to myself that next week I will eat that bowl of spaghetti, or those last 2 carrots and the small leftover piece of pumpkin.
………But I never do, maybe my alter ego is a mad scientist who has a thing for killing her experiments and feels a sense of pleasure in holding a funerals?….HA HA ….Yes I have issues and………. yes I need to clean my fridge.

HA HA HA , …….My fridge isn’t really that bad….but it does need a clean…

To lighten this evening and leave on a higher note I will leave you with my yummy pizza recipe and I promise no furry friends are part of the process in making these little beauties.

The Best Mini Pizza


  • Pack of small Pita Breads
  • Pizza Paste
  • Bag of Spinach
  • Punnet of sliced mushrooms
  • A cooked chicken
  • Pineapple
  •  Bocconcini
  • Shredded cheese
Put all the ingredients in the order above on the Pita Breads and cook for 10-15Mins in a moderate oven.

You won’t be disappointed, I promise you!


This weeks wine of the week is an imported wine and I felt the name of the wine just fitted my week, as all week I have dealt with some ” Arrogant Frog” Cabernet Sauvignon-Merlot

Nice bottle of wine, a bit of surprise actually I’m not normally a merlot fan. My most favorite part apart from sipping on this lovely red is the bottles label. I love it

Cheers to all the “arrogant frogs” I dealt with this week!

WOTW W4Arrogrant Frog

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My WOTW…. 


When I think of this week’s whine of the week , it does one thing……… it makes my body shudder as it echoes dribble! ………….Sadly Im a victim of this crime and this week my memories of those dreaded moments came flooding back.

Now before you read this blog I will warn you and in particular the male readers of WOTW. …..Men please don’t take this to heart but rather get in touch with your feminine side, I’m just having a little whine and chuckle on behalf of the beautiful women of this world as I know they understand my agony and sadly we know you are to blame.

Firstly let me enlighten you to my conversation regarding dribble and how it all came about.

On Thursday afternoon as I was packing up my desk for the day, I was discussing with a colleague about my whine of the week and how I had a few ideas, three blogs in fact written but I just wasn’t sold.

One subject in particular I really felt had to be blogged but I was a little hesitant, I had wondered if speaking of such things could be possible? If other women had experienced my misery?  Was this something I could share with the world?

My colleague implored, “Oh Angie please, what is it about? Tell me! ” With that invitation I just couldn’t resist and thought why not share and see what response I receive so I went on to explain……………You see I seem to have an issue that I just find unbearably annoying, I’m actually bemused as to how or why this even occurs. Maybe it’s my lack of knowledge in the complexity and mechanics of the male watering system, but surely its not that difficult….. how bloody hard is it for the male species to hit a target and have such useless aim when nature calls.

I live with two boys and I know when they were toddlers they were learning.  Being a woman I didn’t have any tips or tricks but I would imagine the most important being to aim in the chosen direction and never let go. As my boys were learning to master this skill I even went to the extreme during our toilet training to incorporate ping pong balls as target practice and yes it was such a success and novelty that accidents were a rare occasion. Now you would think after years of practice and hard work in mastering this ability 18 years later they would have this skill down pat, but sadly I am left thinking otherwise. This isn’t just about lack of ability to hit the target but more importantly the frustrating aftermath….. The evil dribble and drops that are sometimes left behind!!!

My whine list could go on and on…… shut the lid when you’re finished, replace the toilet roll when its empty, dont throw the empty toilet roll on the floor put it in the bin and the dribble on the seat and guaranteed drops on the floor……….OMG well surely you can sort that out.
The worst part is I don’t just encounter this at home……No this happens everywhere! Even this week at work we had a visitor drop into our office whom asked to use our toilet………… and yes you guessed it, I go an hour later and I find my way so easily………I just followed the drops he had left behind.

My colleague just stood there for a moment, her expression across her face was hilarious with her eyebrows raised she cracked up in laugher…….HA HA HA HA …… “ Oh gross …….Yes I know what you mean……Men!……  I just don’t understand why they do this? How hard is it?” …….Our lovely cleaning lady had walked in midway conversation and added with a smirk across her face……..I know exactly what your talking about ladies and there is nothing worse than walking into the toilet wearing a pair of dry clean socks, only to leave wearing a pair of wet ones……….Men and Dribble drops!!!!….I live with three…and  I know what dribble is! HA HA HA…….We all then roared in laughter.

Well today I have great sympathy to my fellow women out there whom endure wet socks and that cold patch of dribble you may accidently sit in, I completely understand your torture!

Ladies don’t lose heart, I guess it can’t get much worse……. it can only get better…… in the meantime maybe invest in a pair of gumboots and wet weather gear.

For the lovely men in our lives……..  next time??… well I hope after this you now know what to do!

In Hope


Wine of the week 

This weeks wine of the week is a bottle of Cab Sav ” Burge Wines” South Australia.
This bottle was a very sweet gift from my lovely friend Cheryl whom has found a laugh within WOTW and wanted to contribute to my weekly writing with a bottle of Red
Thank you Cheryl xx

The bottle was purchased from Dan Murphy’s, price $Gift, A lovely red, easy to drink and such a lovely surprise.

Give it a shot!


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WOTW- Whine…Wine of the week

My Whine of the week takes me back to Tuesday evening when I was whizzing through the aisles of the supermarket doing groceries. Being the shopper of the house I have the tiresome task of being creative. Each day producing something nourishing and edible as well as something different instead of the same old meat & vege……. Yes groceries & cooking drive me batty as well as kids who ask “What’s for dinner Mum?”………

Mentally ticking off the list in my head (written lists I lose) I think to myself, Steak, Veggies, Pasta, Chicken, Rice………Ummmmm…..  maybe I might have a go at cooking Indian or Thai……finally I think I have the weekly menu sorted and master chief Mum is under control.

With a trolley of dinners planned I entered the first of my two favourite aisles, “Biscuits and coffee” I love this aisle, the oh so sweet biscuits and especially with a good coffee. The chocolate and lollies aisle is next, it’s an aisle of necessity where the always needed trusty block of chocolate lives.  These two favourite aisles never leave me disappointed, there is always a new variety or flavour, we are spoilt for choice and being a sweet tooth I always look forward to trying something new.
This week I’m confronted with an array of choices, lollies, chocolate and biscuits….. Mmmmm………..and after much debate I decided on good old favourites……..a block of chocolate and a pack of original flavour Tim tams …….”Yum”, with the shopping complete and I head home.

The week quickly passes and its Thursday evening, tonight’s dish is chicken korma, rice and green beans.  As I was cooking like most nights I did the check in, “Yes” my Tim Tams were still there still waiting for me and the packet hadn’t moved from Tuesday. As I shut the pantry door I thought to myself tonight is the night, I’m eating Tim Tams!

Dinner is eaten, the dishes are washed, and I’ve decided it’s time to relax. I proceed to sit down on the couch with a glass of red in hand but before I do I jump up in excitement remembering my desert that is waiting for me. I head to the panty to fulfil my desire, I open the pantry door and look to the shelf where I placed the Tim Tams.  I pick up the Tim Tams with such delight, and with sudden groan I notice the packet felt light….. OMG…. the packet has been opened, it was facing the other way and I didn’t notice, this was deliberate.
I cant’t let this hamper my eagerness as I pulled out the plastic tray hoping to at least find one or two Tim tams to satisfy my cravings……..And in that moment my heart sank, empty and desuetude, someone had scoffed the entire pack and left nothing but a shell.

I had been conned, all week I looked as my eyes always caught what i thought the untouched packet still sitting there so neatly and full looking, but unbeknown to my gullibility someone had so sneakily eaten every Tim Tam, and didn’t even leave me a crumb.

As I sat there suffering from Tim Tam withdrawal I had only one thought, my house had entered a new era, we had entered an ice age and now I must hide my food if I had planned to survive……..well survive at least a sugar craving.

The next day I was chatting to a friend over the Tim tam event that had changed life as we  know it. I had explained in destitute detail how I had entered an ice age and if I was going to survive my cravings as a woman, mother and sometimes a nut job that I would have to start stashing my supplies. She laughed as I asked her… Does this happen at your house? Are you stashing and hiding your favourite treats?
Her reply at first made me feel better…… Yes she too had become a stasher, but her next words have haunted me ever since …………You do realise we are turning into our mothers, don’t you remember how they use to hide chocolates and lollies too…………
and with those words I’m not sure what was worse, knowing I entered an Ice age or I was turning into my mother.

All I know is, I’m stashing next week’s supply , this Tim Tam craving is killing me and there is no way on earth I’m turning into my mother……..

This week’s Wine of the week is a bottle of Cab Sav  “You Lead the way, Epic Distinctive Friends get things done”


FullSizeRender-1 This bottle of Cab Sav has the most intriguing label, Its very individual and without a lot of detail. The only thing I could find on the bottle was the webiste

The bottle I purchased from BWS $18, An absolutely beautiful smooth red, and moreish aftertaste, without a doubt I will be purchasing again.

Try it you wont be disappointed, as you can see by my picture I brought a few!

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My whine…wine of the week

Fridays and a glass of red it’s like a match made in heaven, its my favorite day of the working week and thank goodness it’s finally over. The Long weekend is upon us which is such a delight to my ears. I have a few things planned for the weekend but for tonight while my children are out I have opted for a peaceful night in. The evening is a perfect night to stay home and catch up on some tasks , with wind and rain battering against my windows I knew I had made the right choice.  Into my Pjs I quickly transformed , with a glass of red in hand …..I thought to myself ……Tonight Im going to tackle the washing and fold the wretched clothes!…..

Being a parent comes with many tasks one in particular the washing, from everyday clothes, footy gear, work uniforms and towels the pile seems endless. It’s a horrid chore and I actually hate it! It’s not so much the washing I hate it’s the dreaded folding I loathe. I find when I undertake this menial task, I anticipate whats ahead always knowing what’s coming once I reach the bottom of the basket. Every time without doubt this task not only leaves me frustrated but mystified, let me share with you my reasons why……….

Every day I collect the washing from around our home, bedrooms, bathrooms and the odd piece left lying around.  The washing is washed, dried and put in a basket ready for folding. A couple of times a week I will grab the clean basket of clothes empty the contents on the table and proceed to fold it, and you can be pretty much guaranteed, that each time i do this that I will be always missing blasted socks……

As I find these lonely socks left without there mates, there is only one person I blame….and  his name is the “Sock Monster” He lurks in my house stealing socks which are never to be found again. Week in week out without fail he rummages through my washing, pinching socks that captures his delight. I don’t understand his fascination and I just dont know why…….why does the sock monster pinch our socks and why does he only ever take one sock leaving its pair behind?  ……
Now don’t you laugh because  I know I am not the only household who has this intruder! His brother loiters next door and Im pretty sure you have one hiding at your house too!

My frustration drives me wild it’s something I can’t ignore, especially when I succumb to the “Sock Monster Curse” and I end up in a desperate moment where I have no choice but to wear odd socks too!

So as I sip on my wine and contemplate the remnants of yet another sock thieving incident, I have a plan, tomorrow I am going to buy up bulk in only one style of sock and colour so im never left with an odd sock again! ……. and I swear dear Sock Monster if I ever catch you on one of your sock pillages in my house i hope to god for your sake you own a pair of shoes so you can run!

Thats my whine of the week… HA HA HA

This weeks more important Wine of the week Cabernet Sauvigon “Red Knot

I  selected a bottle of Cabernet Sauvigon “Red Knot” from Shingleback Mclaren Vale.       This week on my wine hunt I was drawn to the wine labels. I love wine labels and to be honest allot of the time I think they are what sell me the bottles I choose. I love trying new  wines and I’m always looking for something different. I was drawn to the bottle of Red Knot by its sense of elegance and intrigue and I wasn’t left disappointed, its a lovely wine smooth and rich which accompanied my rack of lamb impeccably well.

Advertised in BWS for normally $17 dollars a bottle and this week on special 2 bottles for $26 I couldn’t pass the offer. The Red was a perfect drop!Give it a go, I will be certainly enjoying my second bottle tomorrow night.

13434063_10154265516298276_1443653457_n Region:  McLaren Vale
Varietal:  Cabernet Sauvignon Knot: A rich wine from the McLaren Vale region of South Australia. As stated on the bottle Vibrant in colour and highly aromatic, this intensely varietal Cabernet Sauvignon displays ripe blackberry fruit and subtly framed with French and American Oak.

Thats this weeks whine …wine…up enjoy your weekend!

– AP

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