Posts from — May 2015

Sweet Little Something 2

May 30, 2015

Hello! If you are new to Sweet Little Something, here’s how it works: one of us posts a picture from our week – a moment, something noticed, an image worth treasuring – and the other leaves a comment, haiku or link inspired by the photo. Leave your thoughts, notes or poetry in the comments below. We love to hear from you! H & R xo

From Ria:

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From Hannah:

Black water, pale sky

The secret, sacred sanctum

of bears and hikers.

In: From Hannah, From Ria, Sweet Little Something

Best of Season – “Sum-tumn” 9

May 27, 2015

I’m not quite sure how it happened but summer and autumn have skidaddled and suddenly winter is upon us with unwelcome frostiness. Brrrr. I meant to write a Best of Season for summer, I really did, but autumn was too fast for me. And now the two of them have run away like a pair of cheeky kids. Naughty. Well, fine then, ‘Best of Season – Sum-tumn’ it is. And I’ll be darned if it isn’t a pretty snazzy goodie list.

 

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So. The good stuff…

Feeds:

Attended an incredible dinner held in a silo

Made these. The BEST chocolate chip cookies ever

Added thick servings of butter and cherry jam to this Irish soda bread.

 

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Reads:

Super-funny and clever debut novel by local author, Robert Glancy

A Roald Dahl book I’d never heard of (charming and paired with Quentin Blake illustrations)

My favourite Auckland Writer’s festival author, Kim Thuy, was honest, hilarious and wise. I bought both of her spare, beautiful, poetic books, interspersed with semi-biographical tales of war, migration, vietnamese culture and food. “Man” was my favourite.

 

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Flicks:

Like me, did you miss watching this phenomenal Meryl Streep film? What an ensemble. Hats off.

A very funny and real coming-of-age movie

A proper romantic comedy (thanks for the recommendation, Amanda x)

 

Tunes:

Play while cooking and dreaming of travelling where it is summer

This voice could lull me into a happy sleep

Sexy collab.

 

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These seasons have been wonderful. We read, we ate, we travelled, we thrived. May marked our second year living back in New Zealand and I love it more and more as each season goes by. Our girls are growing up so / too fast (the cliches are all true) and make me laugh out loud every day. It’s a revelation that staying in one place and living a routined life is actually pretty nice. I like it. Plus, in April, it was an honour and thrill to launch Season of Salt and Honey and I’ve been so touched by all the interest and comments from those of you who have read it already { 1 September, 2015, North America! We’re coming! } These lists are cherry-picked so if you want a bit more, I’ve been busy posting on Instagram. Over there you will find recipes for roasted brussel sprouts with sage and bacon and poached pears with darkly spiced caramel; plus photos from my food styling adventures (fun!) with the Arkade crew.

 

Can “Sum-tumn” be a new season? If so…you know what’s coming…it’s my favourite.

 

Love, Hannah x

In: Books & Reading, Food, From Hannah, Seasonal, Writing

Sweet Little Something 0

May 23, 2015

Hello! If you are new to Sweet Little Something, here’s how it works: one of us posts a picture from our week – a moment, something noticed, an image worth treasuring – and the other leaves a comment, haiku or link inspired by the photo. Leave your thoughts, notes or poetry in the comments below. We love to hear from you! H & R xo

From Hannah:

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From Ria:

From childhood pie of disgust

to chocolate party addiction,

we have come a long way.

 

In: From Hannah, From Ria, Sweet Little Something

The Stories We Tell 0

May 20, 2015

“The truth about stories is that’s all we are.”

Thomas King says this in his wonderful and though-provoking The Truth About Stories. I love this idea, the simplicity of it and how it nudges you slightly off-balance: We are what? I’m not going to try and tell Little e this when she asks one of those endearingly existential questions all three-year-olds ask (aside from the gem, “Why is the bug still dead?”). But when she’s older and we wade (pardon the pun below) into something closer to a philosophical discussion of life and narrative, I will. Because I love looking at life through different lenses and this one is close to my heart, of course, as a writer. I tell stories for fun (and sometimes for a bit of a living), so I know this to be true: I am made of stories. Narrative is what makes me me. Not just the narratives I make up and write down, but the ones that I have lived through, whether I tell them to others or keep them inside for myself (or have even forgotten completely). I am only the sum of my experiences, the stories that I have been a part of.

 

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I marvel at the stories Little e, and now her brother, The Tiger, are living through. Small ones like the trip a couple of toys make together to the end of the garden or big ones like a recent trip to the Emergency Room at 2 a.m. involving miraculous sedatives. Those are part of the accumulating narrative bank they each will carry with them for their lives. Some I am a part of, but many I’m not.

One of my favourite times to tell and hear stories is when we’re hiking. When I was a kid, I spent huge chunks of family hikes telling myself (or unfortunate others) long, rambling stories, fictions I made up to make the going more fun. Now I can’t wait for my children to become storytellers as we walk. Storytelling and journeying are such perfect companions. Not just because together they get you there faster (though that matters less to me now), but because the rhythms of movement become the rhythms of story. It’s somehow easier to lose yourself in a narrative that’s being told when you are walking alongside the teller.

 

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Sometimes I eavesdrop on Little e when she’s playing with her menagerie of plastic animals. The foundation of narrative is already there–she uses repetition, emphasis, dialogue tags (he said, she said), climax and resolution. She tells stories in three dimensions–to herself, to her toys and using what’s around her to illustrate and enhance, like a play. This is how Thomas King is right: we are made of stories. They have been with us, have been us, since the beginning. What we tell people about ourselves, how we describe our lives and experiences, is just personal narrative. It’s what happened. It’s how we came to be. Without stories, we aren’t us.

 

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XO

Ria

In: From Ria, Kids and Parenting, Writing

Sweet Little Something 2

May 17, 2015

Hello! If you are new to Sweet Little Something, here’s how it works: one of us posts a picture from our week – a moment, something noticed, an image worth treasuring – and the other leaves a comment, haiku or link inspired by the photo. Leave your thoughts, notes or poetry in the comments below. We love to hear from you! H & R xo

From Ria:

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From Hannah:

Two kids in a field:

One says to the other

I like your fur.

 

In: From Hannah, From Ria, Kids and Parenting, Sweet Little Something