Posts by Kate Hannah
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St Heliers/Eastern suburbs-centric:
Fruit and veges:
delivered on a Tuesday from https://foodbox.co.nz/ - I've been getting this for over three years now and the goods are seasonal, handpicked, excitihng - we've tried all sorts of new things - and make my life easier. Then we pick up extras from the lovely man from out west who parks his van on Shore Road - beautiful Albany grapes, walnuts, best strawberries in season.
Supermarket:
Done online (you can sense a theme) and delivered by the lovely Countdown courier driver who has been delivering my groceries since we moved to Auckland 7 years ago. He brings them right in and puts them on the bench for me. Also, his backing skills are legendary. This for all the usual boring stuff like loo paper.
Meat:
Mad Butcher Glen Innes/Nosh Glen Innes/St Heliers Butchers. I know people deride the MB but the people who work here are lovely, and they text me their good deals on a Thursday. I find the meat to be good quality too. Nosh has a great range, and some very good deals - frozen free range chooks were $6.99 for a while - I stocked up.
Fish:
the Fishmonger in St Heliers (good but expensive) or the fish shop in GI (good and cheap)
Deli/speciality items:
Nosh GI, Chinatown Pakuranga, La Cigale Market, Huckleberry Farms GI, Martha's Backyard - for peanut butter m and ms and kosher salt.
Coffee:
Village Co-op in St Heliers - who also do gorgeous gelato without the Mission Bay subsidy.
Friday night faves:
New Flavour, Sal's or Kohi Fresh Fish Supplies.Basically I love cooking and shopping for food, but work fulltime and have family to feed on boring day-to-day basis. Hence food is organised so the basics are delivered and thus I can wander happily when I have time to pick up the little treats.
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OnPoint: Student Loans are Loans (Duh.), in reply to Bart Janssen,
+ a million. Thanks Bart. Have been trying to figure out the gist of the issue - and this is it. Thank you.
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Oh that does make sense, SteveH! The minxy Burmese - Bubble & Squeak - would vy for prime position next to the bump, which I figured was merely their innate heat-seeking tendencies. Bubble would sit on the bench over the dishwasher and kind of lean out into the steam.
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Capture: Cats Love Cameras, in reply to Nora Leggs,
I have found many more - from about 2004 onwards he was unwell most summers in the heat, and we tended to take rather too many photos of him as we thought he was on last legs- when in fact he survived a move to Auckland in 2005 & 2 more summers before dying in his sleep after a last supper of left over KFC, one of his favourites (he would lurk for the bones). Then there's his bete noires, the evil burmese twins who were equally quirky and fantastic.
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oh I truly thought I'd finished - but here he is in a box. He'd also like to sit on the step/footrest part of the highchair to partake in any scraps that would come his way.
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And I promise I'll stop now - but here's baby and cat bonding after a feed. He would climb on my lap and lay across the baby while she breastfed (be glad I'm not posting pics of this). This is also the cat that would bring trophies (birds, lizards) to me while I was pregnant with all three - it was like he knew. They'd be on my bedroom floor when I woke. He was a moggie but huge, with beautiful grey, black and white markings and pink nose and paddy paws. Just lovely. He is greatly missed. Pretty, scatty Lily that was now have is the antithesis - stays well clear of kids.
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and here's the boy just relaxing on the floor in front of fire with the baby - miss now 7. If she cried, he would either stroke her with his paddy paw, or if it got too loud, would squeeze himself through the fireguard fence and roast himself until his whiskers curled. (Baby born middle of winter.)
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I'll try and restrain myself as I join in - much too late - here I present the best cat ever, Piffer Apperley, born 1990, died 2006; was our family cat that later my young family inherited when parents and younger siblings were overseas. As a young man, he was absolutely beautiful & placid, allowing small girls to dress him in dolls' clothes. As an older man, when we took him on, he was - well - delightful. The babies (now aged 14, 9 and 7) took him to bed, lay on him, pulled his fur and generally loved him. I'm not sure how to post pics - but will try, pic one is miss now 14 and her little brother now 9 just hanging with the cat.
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Hard News: Democracy Night, in reply to Carol Stewart,
Oh that is the Labour of my family myth. My grandmother worked for Peter Fraser during the war, and our stories are woven with his decency. That's the kind of slogan that would work for me. But the greens' vote for me (2008) and kids rivers jobs ring true too.
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Capture: Walk across the rooftops., in reply to JacksonP,
Bugger. After excavating under the stairs for both photos and Christmas decorations yesterday as a way to take my mind off the results, it would appear I have returned afore-mentioned photos to their owner, my dad. Grr. Will see if he has time to scan and send.
