Memory Lane #1

walk down memory lane:

A number of disgruntled Kurmaphiles wrote and suggested that a week without my blogs was a tough call.

‘Memory Lane’ is a new series of reposted, archived blog entries for when there are no blog entries worth blogging. I mean, ironing, porridge-making and housework don’t warrant a report, now do they?

Basically it’s like repeating my favourite episodes of “The Days of Kurma’s Lives”. So, here’s Memory Lane #1:

As the Perth rain thundered down yesterday, I cooked a perfect batch of marmalade. Kumquats are in season, so I picked up a kilo of the oval variety at the markets for $3.00. A kilo of fruit plus the sugar cost me less than $6, and I made 8 big jars. Marmalade making is very, very cost efficient.

my kumquat marmalade:

Some of my earliest childhood memories are of returning home from primary school in England and finding the whole house perfumed with sweet citrus aromas, and seeing big pots of seville orange marmalade bubbling away on the stove, the steam misting up the cold windows of the kitchen. I am carrying on the tradition, and I think my mother would be proud of me.

Here’s my recipe. It really works well.

Kumquat Marmalade

Kumquats look like miniature oranges, and although they are closely related to the citrus species, they belong to a different genus altogether.


Whereas most citrus fruits are considered sub-tropical, kumquats are very hardy and grow easily in home gardens. The round, ornamental variety of kumquats are common, but I prefer to cook the more firm, oval variety (pictured above). Nevertheless, all kumquats yield a delicious marmalade which is both refreshing and tangy. It is a favourite with those who don

When Insults Had Class

When Insults Had Class

The exchange between Churchill & Lady Astor: She said, “If you were my husband
I’d give you poison.” He said, “If you were my wife, I’d drink it.”

A member of Parliament to Disraeli: “Sir, you will either die on the gallows or
of some unspeakable disease.” “That depends, Sir,” said Disraeli, “whether I
embrace your policies or your mistress.”

“He had delusions of adequacy.” – Walter Kerr

“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” – Winston

“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great
pleasure.” Clarence Darrow

“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the
dictionary.” – William Faulkner (about Ernest Hemingway).

“Thank you for sending me a copy of your book; I’ll waste no time reading it.”
Moses Hadas

“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of
it.” – Mark Twain

“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.” – Oscar Wilde

“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a
friend…. if you have one.” – George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill

“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second… if there is one.” –
Winston Churchill, in response.

“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.” – Stephen

“He is a self-made man and worships his creator.” – John Bright

“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.” – Irvin
S. Cobb

“He is not only dull himself; he is the cause of dullness in others.” – Samuel

“He is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.” – Paul Keating

“In order to avoid being called a flirt, she always yielded easily.” – Charles,
Count Talleyrand

“He loves nature in spite of what it did to him.” – Forrest Tucker

“Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?” –
Mark Twain

“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.” – Mae West

“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.” – Oscar

“He uses statistics as a drunken man uses lamp-posts… for support rather than
illumination..” – Andrew Lang

“He has Van Gogh’s ear for music.” – Billy Wilder

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.” – Groucho Marx

Long Time No Kurma

“Where’s that cooking dude?” I hear you say. Still here, too busy to blog.

What have I been up to? Well, my son went back to school, and I’ve held four classes in one week: two in Perth, one in country Victoria, and one in downtown Melbourne.

Hainault day class:

Warm and friendly vegetarians Lyn and Michael Sykes run a vineyard and a cellar-door cafe at Bickley in Western Australia’s Perth Hills. I was invited over (a five-hour flight across the continent) to hold two classes. That’s our first Perth crew above.


Cool-headed and efficient Michael presents our Syrian Pomegranate and Walnut Muhammara & Vegetable Platter, gorgeously decorated by some of the ladies in the class.

Perth action:

Our crew engage in some synchronised herb cutting. A seriously enthusiastic group, I might add.

Perth lunchtime:

Lunch is served in the warm Perth hills. That’s Lyn, mid-bite far right.

dinner at Hainault:

The next day we did it all again, new menu, and concluded with an evening class. When the sun set, the temperature dropped considerably, so we were all happy to indulge in the warm vegetarian delights that we had lovingly prepared.

The following weekend I flew off to Melbourne, spending the night in my all-time favourite abode, the beautiful Melbourne Hare Krishna Temple in Albert Park.

warrandyte revisited:

On a chilly Saturday morning, my son and I set off to Flinder’s Street Station for a train to Ringwood and a taxi to Warrandyte and the home of Alison (above, right) for an ebullient return cookery event.

The final class of the series was at Gopals Restaurant in Swanston Street, downtown Melbourne.

Gopals Gang:

Gopals is where it all started for me, way back in 1979 and my very first cookery class. Three thousand classes later, it’s all still loads of fun.

‘Strange Encounters of the Cauliflower Kind’. After inserting a probe to test for signs of life, the specimen is carefully dissected. Don’t stand too close…

Cauli Katha:

Evie, donning her surgical gloves, peels a juicy rhizome of fresh turmeric.

Evie Peels Fresh Turmeric:

When you have a crew of 27 you have enough manpower to bifurcate cashews. Lucky I didn’t ask them to peel the peas.

cashew bifurcation duties:

Never too many hands when it comes to poories. I think they were hungry.

poori huddle:

The perfect end to a perfect weekend – the Feast!

feast time:

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