My 7 Links

August 11, 2011 · 23 comments

Firstly, thanks to everyone for your support and donations with my Dry July efforts! It was a long 31 days, and even longer FIVE WEEKENDS but we got through it and well over $2.7 million was raised for adult cancer patients across the country.

As wryly noted by Gcroft, I also seemed to give up blogging in July… for what it’s worth I’m well and truly at the pointy (flaming, barbed, covered in wasps, reeking of marzipan) end of my PhD, am in the process of preparing to move house next week, and have had a bit of a dodgy back, and quite frankly all this dissertation writing, whinging and moaning leaves me with no time or energy for foodie related endeavours. I’m eating my way through the pantry and freezer in an attempt to have less things to take to the new house, and whilst I’d love to report that this has resulted in innovative new combinations of ingredients that will set the food world ablaze, the only thing that has been lit is the stove as I heat up more tinned soup (and figuratively, at that – damn you electric stove! Soon I will shake my fist at you for the last time!).

Whilst this has also meant that I’ve not been able to keep up my usual blog reading habit, I am lucky in that I have not been forsaken by my bloggy loved ones. The especially loved Mardi of eat. live. travel. write. has just selected me as one of the five bloggers she has passed her My 7 Links baton to, and thus has given me a nice kick up the arse to get writing again. Sorry plankton, but the blog gets my keystrokes tonight!

My 7 Links is an interesting project with the goal “to unite bloggers (from all sectors) in a joint endeavour to share lessons learned and create a bank of long but not forgotten blog posts that deserve to see the light of day again”, and presents an interesting challenge of selecting 7 of my posts that fit the following categories:

  • Your most beautiful post
  • Your most popular post
  • Your most controversial post
  • Your most helpful post
  • A post whose success surprised you
  • A post you feel didn’t get the attention it deserved
  • The post that you are most proud of

So fill your pockets with muesli bars because we’re on a stroll down memory lane *insert Wayne’s World flashback squiggly lines*

At first thought, I may say that my most beautiful post would be my foray into the world of baking baklava, because it was my first ever success with getting one of my photos onto foodgawker. To be honest, I’ve since given up trying to get my photos on there, for fear of my eyes rolling out of head in exasperation.

Oh who am I kidding...it's my Mum's pretty plate that foodgawker really liked

…but if we take foodgawker out of the equation, and I clear my head from the influence of syrupy pastry, I think that my edible garden is my proudest pretty endeavour..

The little vegie patch, all finished and with nary a rabbit in sight

My most popular sections of my website are actually the Blogroll and About Me pages, which makes me feel better that at least if I haven’t had time to catch up with my friends’ writing lately then at least I’m encouraging others to do so. The most popular post however has surprisingly been that which features one of my paradoxically most simple and yet seemingly very difficult dishes of all – poached eggs. It seems that everyone likes a good runny googy egg, and it’s satisfying to know that I’ve helped a few people to make perfect googies at home.

The post also features booze and syringes, so it’s covering a lot of bases in the popularity contest. Conventional breakfast makers? Check. Booze hags? Check. Googling junkies? Check.

You just can't go past a gratuitous oozy googy shot..

It was somewhat difficult to come up with my most controversial post, but I think it may have to go to the one where I make my Mum’s Vanilla Slice recipe. As I say in the post, the good old Snot Block is sold in many variations across the country, and everyone has their own idea of what a proper Vanilla Slice should entail. It is the thing of gauntlets being thrown and fisticuffs ensuing. Please, let us not speak of the the Arnott’s recipe version made with Sao biscuits and instant pudding mix. Gah.

While the aforementioned poached egg post has certainly proven useful, perhaps my other most helpful post has been about an even simpler recipe, if you can even call it that – steel cut oat porridge. If I received commission for every person I have turned into a regular steel cut oat eater (or a regular Body Pumper) I would be spending my day swimming through shiny coins and having my feet tickled with peacock feathers. I even have strangers approach me at the shops to ask me about these oats when I’m buying them. If you are a porridge person and you aren’t making it with steel cut oats, please read this old post and give them a try. Please also forgive the awful photos… they were taken in my dingy office with pre-breakfasted hands.

Terrible photo of an unexciting dish that nonetheless starts my day off just right

I have two contenders for the post whose success surprised me, and both of them are not your typical food blog post. The first started out as a discussion of some recently consumed plane food and descended into dreams of having  so much disposable income that I owned an underwater pogo stick.

When you just need a little time out from the party - Relax 'N Nap

…whilst the other was a more sombre affair brought on by, if memory serves, a strange night out, not even remotely enough sleep, and far too much introspection. Whilst I may have been better off self medicating with cake, I really enjoyed the discussion that this post generated in the comments. It also gave me an excuse to share all my Wimbledon photos with you, and I’ve learnt there’s nothing quite like being able to brag you got to experience Wimbledon (even if it was just a ground pass.. I drank Pimm’s and ate strawberries & cream so it still totally counts).

Dutch louts (calling every girl who wandered anywhere near them "Princess"), an ingenious form of sun protection, people camping out already for the following day, the view from where I napped on the grass during some of the wait; a man looking fabulously chuffed with his free cup of refreshing Robinson's squash.

I have many posts from back in my early blogging days that got little more attention than from my family and a few trendsetting punters. The one post that I think didn’t get the attention it deserves and that I’d like to again share with you is for my sister’s Pad Thai recipe.

I have lost count of the number of horribly disappointing Pad Thai dishes I’ve eaten over the years. Some of them I brought upon myself (when ordering lunch at a fish & chippery in Jurien, stick to the fish & chips… for that matter, why the hell is Red Rooster serving fish & chips? Has anyone tried it?) but others have come from seemingly authentic takeaway joints yet still are flavoured generously with bland. This recipe is entirely the opposite and is totally worth the effort and the stench of fried shrimp paste.

And finally, the post that I’m most proud of. Whilst last year’s Cupcake Day for the RSPCA was one that immediately came to mind, as I was so pleased with how much money was raised for a few hours of decoration fun, I think I may actually have to go with the post I wrote about my Pirate Party last year.

You see, I used to write a lot of poetry when I was younger. I was a precocious prepubescent proser who won prizes at the renowned Northampton Agricultural Show, attended readings during Geraldton’s prestigious Sunshine Festival, and even got some of it published. One of my most successful poems when I was just starting out was a classy tale that started out with:

Oh no, not again, my brother wet the bed!

It really isn’t very fair, us sleeping toe to head.

and carried on for some time before ending with a line which I thought ended my poem rather nicely while serving as a warning for others, though it confused me a little bit why it always elicited such a good chuckle from those listening:

So I’ll warn you now, don’t sleep with your brother!

Oh it was an innocent time back then, when sleeping meant sleeping and a hot night in meant The Goonies and Pizza Hut.

And so, for taking me back to my childhood when I dreamed of being an astronomer who wrote award winning poetry and acted in blockbuster movies in my spare time, I choose my piratey prose post as my proudest.

Cheers, me hearties

I raise my tankard to the following five bloggers who I think may have some gems to offer in this 7 links malarkey, if they so wish..

Hannah of Wayfaring Chocolate

Julie of Gourmet Getaways

Karen of Eat Drink Wash Up

Trina of The Gourmet Forager

and for something a bit meta, Erin of and this is what I think

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