So, this thing is, my big round chopping board is a piece of rose mahogany from Tolga Woodworks in Far North Queensland. It was sold as a raw piece of wood, for someone to make a bowl from I guess. The smell of the wood still comes through when I scrub it in hot hot water and I just love it. The origins of my big wooden stirrer are now forgotten, but it does a great job as a walnut smasher when not being used for stirring, and it is a fabulous thing that I use almost every day. Bowls I have a few - only a very few. This one I bought in Bangkok a few years ago and it brings back memories of picking it out in a crowded shop smelling of sandalwood and spices.
Rhododendron Festival. The dried chillis are from Rachel's garden, just up the road here in Rotorua. I forget to use them though.
This old clock is set at ten past eight. It used to work, I used to have a lego key which fitted it perfectly (!) and I'd wind it up once a week, but I lost the key (any more, Matt?) This clock was on the wall of the farm kitchen when I was a kid. Time to run for the school bus! Maybe a wedding present of Lou and Joan's? But I also love it for it's own sake. Very cool.