My Mum and good friend Ian, chat while enjoying the view. Laguna lookout at Noosa National Park, Queensland, Australia
One week remaining before Little One and I travel home – back South of the boarder again.
Amongst the work that brought me up here to Queensland, we have been playing in the sun, sand and surf (gentle toddler friendly beaches). The highlight for me has been catching up with good friends who live on the Sunshine Coast and spending time with family.
Perhaps escaping the end of Winter, may become an annual pilgrimage.
My cousin in the foreground, while 'Nanna' and our Little One, lick the icing bowl in the background.
Today will be a sad day. Today I will be driving my cousin to Sydney airport so she can fly home to Brisbane (my Mum will stay for another couple of weeks).
As a fitting farewell to my beautiful counsin (more like my little sister), I wanted to share her yummy orange cake that she made for us (with her permission of course).
Simple Orange Cake
(Gluten and dairy free)
1 & 1/2 cups self raising, gluten free flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
125 g of dairy free butter (I use Nuttelex)
2/3 cup caster sugar
2 free range eggs
1/4 cup rice milk
Grated rind of 1 orange
1 tablespoon of orange juice
* Preheat oven to 180 degrees C.
* Sift flour and baking powder in a large bowl.
* Throw all ingredients into the bowl and beat with an electric mixer.
* Pour into a well greased 20 cm round tin.
* Bake for 30 minutes.
* Allow to cool. Icing is optional.
* Enjoy with loved ones.
A conversation with a friend, some months back is still on my mind. It intrigued me.
My friend was adopted by a lovely family when she was little, however they never really shared her interests for growing food and sustainability. What struck me as fascinating, was her biological father, whom she recently tracked down, was in fact a farmer.
Immediately I started to wonder if more is passed through our DNA than what we think. It is again a debate of nature verus nurture. When it came to sustainable pursuits, I believed it was all nurture – all we come into contact with and influenced by, after the womb.
I know many of my readers share my fascination with psychology and in particular how it affects our natural environment – our green psychology. Up until my conversation with my friend, I have believed our psychology was 100% responsible for our response to the environment. What if however our genes, passed on from our parents, have a little part to play too.
The photograph above is of St Nicholas Street in Aberdeen, Scotland. My Ancestors the Fyfe’s, owned the haberdashery store on the corner.
I have always found it interesting that there is a long line of direct female decedents from the Fyfe’s that were and are exceptional seamstresses – all would have been frequent customers of that haberdashery store. I have always believed that this was due to purely nurture – mother’s teaching their skills onto their daughters. Now I wonder if maybe mothers passed more onto their daughters – naturally through their DNA?