Vegan Cooking

Vegan Scones with Beer

Ok, I know what you are thinking, and no, you don’t drink the beer once you have made the scones. The beer goes into the mix.

This is a loose recipe I tried from a friend and have had to adapt recently. She used a can of lemonade (soft drink), but we didn’t have any the first day I tried these. the only bubbles we had in the house was beer and a bottle of Passion Pop. For lots of reasons I won’t go into here, I used the beer.

I mean why not? It has bubbles? It should work just as well?

And I was right! They were fluffy and yummy! Yummier still eaten warm with nutelex and strawberry jam…

So, here goes. It’s a rough recipe, but you will get the hang of it. I think I kneaded these ones too much, as they came out a bit flat, but they were still yummy!

Vegan Scones with Beer


  • 1 375 ml bottle of beer
  • 1 400/410ml can of coconut cream
  • About 4 cups of self raising flour


  • Preheat oven to around 200C.
  • Add all ingredients to a large bowl and mix with a large spoon (wooden, plastic, something strong). I say to use a spoon, as the mix is very sticky.
  • Add more flour as necessary to soak up the liquid. I often add about another 1/2 cup, but it depends on how you like your scone mixture.
  • Spoon mixture onto tray lined with baking paper, with a light spray of canola (or other) oil.
  • Bake until golden brown, which might be about 20 minutes, depending on your oven type and age.
  • Repeat until all mixture is used up.
  • Eat warm with a generous portion of nutelex and your favourite jam!

That’s it! I will eventually make date scones, or maybe cinnamon and sultanas scones, as my pancakes of the same are yummy! Let me know how you go with your own scones in the comments below.

Happy baking!!

Current Issues

You’re right, Jon. This ain’t a love song.

I just went out to move my car so my dad could get his bike out of the garage (I’d say Midlife crisis, but he has always ridden motorbikes of some sort) and the song playing in my car was Bon Jovi’s This ain’t a love song.

I sat there waiting patiently for my dad to reverse the bike, turn it, fix his helmet and then exit the driveway, listening to the words and it struck me that here is another example of the poor, hard-done by man whose heart has been broken by a woman. So sad and lonely, so undeserving of the treatment, so dedicated he was to the relationship.

Yea right, Jon. You had no idea what you had until it decided it deserved better and left you. You rested on your laurels, having done ‘the hard work’, snagged her with promises, she’d moved in, and then it was business as usual for you. Meanwhile, she is now doing all the unpaid labour of the home, labour that you used to do ‘so well’ (aren’t I a good boy?), and probably used to ‘snag’ her, waiting for you to get your lazy arse of the lounge and take notice of her, perhaps even to *gasp* help clean the mess you helped create!

Yes, you should have listened when she said good night. Yes, you should have noticed ‘the end of summer’ in her eyes. She’s done with all of the bullshit promises you made, but it’s tough luck now buddy! You fucked up and now she’s off to greener pastures. Somewhere where her presence won’t be taken for granted, somewhere where she isn’t part of some ‘legend in my mind’ and part of an actual adult partnership.

But the part that really annoys me now, is that he was apparently willing to die for her. That’s sweet. You won’t pick your wet towel off the floor, but you’re willing to die for her? You sit on the lounge watching football while she is cleaning the toilet floor where you missed again, but you’d die for her?

Newsflash! Women don’t want someone to die for them. We can, and do, die quite nicely on our own thank you!

We want a man who will LIVE for us. We want a man who will LIVE WITH us. We want a man who will experience LIFE with us. What’s your death to me, but a reprieve from raising your arse? From picking up your shit off the floor? From putting your coffee cup in the dishwasher for the thousandth time even after we have had this discussion 500 times and each time you promise to do better?!

Please, death would be preferable to living with you in this case.

Women want someone who will emotionally support them. Someone who will hold us when we cry and not try to fix it. Someone who will be present with us through the mundane and the exciting. Someone who will ask ‘how was your day?’ and actually listen to the answer. We want someone who will provide assistance without having to be asked. We want a man who will be present enough to notice when we need space or a hug or a bubble bath and go draw us one. We want a man who will say ‘bless you’ when we sneeze!

You know why? Because we would do all of these things for you! And we do.

We do notice when you’ve had a bad day and need space. We do notice when you need help with something and we are there to give it. We do ask about your day and actually interact with the following conversation! We say Bless You because we heard you sneeze and we don’t want your soul to be broken and flying all over the place, god dammit! We have enough to clean up!

Now, I know this song was designed to get all the adult women of the 90s swooning and wishing they were this woman, because they would never leave him! He is so hot and rich and charismatic! What a bitch to have left him so heartbroken? I would love a man who was willing to die for me!

Not that I ever thought Jon was the hottest thing to walk this earth, I was raised on WWE and NRL, but I also fell for this line for the longest time. I used to think it was sweet that he loved this woman so much that he is so heartbroken at her loss.

But, guess what? No good relationship ends in a break up. (Probably the most insightful thing I have ever heard a man of my age say. Yes, a man said this ladies, I’ll wait while you pick up the device you have no doubt dropped……… oh, you’re back! Phone not broken? Excellent! We can continue.) Women (or men for that matter) don’t leave happy situations. Women don’t leave situations where they feel heard or loved or valued. They leave because you are a dick who took them for granted and treated them badly! Maybe you were even a bit of a sociopath, who knows?

People don’t leave happy situations.

It’s time, Jon, that men like you started to ask themselves what you could have done better in the relationship and learn from it. Stop blaming the women for your broken heart and own your actions. Take responsibility for behaviour and grow as a human being.

And basically, don’t be a dick.

Vegan Cooking

Recipe: Chickpea Scramble with mushrooms and baby spinach

I have been meaning to try this recipe I found online for a long time and finally today I gave it a go. The original recipe, Chickpea Scramble with Swiss Chard, is a little different to the one I did today, as I didn’t have Swiss chard (or silver beet, as we call it here in Australia) or a fresh lemon, but it still worked out ok, even if I did improvise a little!

For future recipes, I will probably add less salt, or none at all, as I don’t always cook with salt and it didn’t quite suit my taste buds. Also, I will probably add less lemon juice or try fresh juice and see if this changes the taste at all. I love adding capsicum, tomatoes and corn to meals as well, because I love the colours and for some reason, having more colours makes it feel healthier for me, so I’ll probably do this too. Feel free to comment any adjustments you made and tell me all about it!

For information on nutrition and the original recipe, go to My Darling Vegan.

Chickpea Scramble with Mushrooms and Baby Spinach


  • 1 run of drained chickpeas
  • 1 small onion, diced
  • 3-4 garlic cloves, minced.
  • 2 large handfuls of baby spinach
  • 1 teaspoon of turmeric
  • 1 large, flat mushroom, or 6-8 cup mushrooms, diced
  • 1 teaspoon of salt
  • 1 tablespoon of lemon juice
  • 2 tablespoons of nutritional yeast flakes
  • 1 tablespoon of coconut oil or similar


  1. Heat oil in pan until melted and cook onion, mushroom and garlic over medium heat until onion is soft and clear (or to personal taste).
  2. While this is cooking, combine chickpeas, turmeric, lemon juice, salt and nutritional yeast in a bowl and mix. Soften the chickpeas a little, but don’t mash them completely. Add to pan when onions are cooked.
  3. Cook together for about 5 minutes, stirring through together. The chickpeas will have a saucy consistency due to the lemon and nutritional yeast, so make sure to cover the onion and mushrooms well.
  4. Add baby spinach and continue to cook on medium heat for 3-4 minutes, or until spinach is slightly wilted. You do not want to cook the spinach for too long, as prolonged exposure to heat can reduce the iron content of the spinach (Dr Greger).
  5. Serve immediately. Add any extra salt, pepper, chia seeds, almonds, or any topper you desire. This can also be eaten on toast or in a wrap.
  6. Enjoy!

Today is my Birthday…

Today is my birthday.

I find myself wondering who will message me and who will remember and whether they will ring or send a message or actually come and visit etc etc.

I have even hidden my birthday on social media as a ‘test’ to see who I matter enough to for them to remember. I now realise that this post will be sent to my social media, thus defeating the purpose, but hindsight is amazing, isn’t it?

What it boils down to is me attributing my worth as a human being to how many messages I get for my birthday. As if I am ‘less than’ if I don’t get as many messages as I feel I am worthy of.

And how many is that? 50? 100??

And why does it matter more to hear from people on my birthday when I don’t hear from them at any other time of the year? This doesn’t necessarily mean I matter, it means they can remember someone’s birthday. In fact, I have had trouble remembering the exact day of my best friend’s birthday since we met 12 years ago. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t matter, it means I can’t remember if it’s the 30th or 31st. It’s more a matter of remembering if it’s the last or second last day of that month, because some have 30 days and others 31. It’s not about her at all. I love and appreciate her every day and I hope she knows it. Or maybe I have this backward and she matters enough for me to even question this?

Why do we, as a society, put so much emphasis on external validation? That’s what this is about, external validation. The more messages I get, the more validated I am as a human being, the more I am influencing other people’s lives, the more I feel I am worthy to take up the space I do in this planet.

It’s time for me to turn my validation inward.

I matter to me. I matter because I exist and I exist because I matter. I am important to me.

The rest is icing on the birthday cake.


Learning to let go and accept… again…

I have this nasty habit of trying to teach people to be better, of trying to highlight other people’s problems to them in an effort to get them to see these and fix them. It’s as if I have taken on the responsibility of their growth for myself and put all of my energy into getting them to be better people.

It’s a natural part of me for a few reasons: I am a natural born teacher, not just by trade; I am a ruling 4, which are the natural helpers and doers of the world; and, I know just how beneficial personal growth can be because I’ve done a lot of it already.

It seems a part of my growth is still to let go and accept people for who they are in any given moment. It also stands to reason, as one of my karmic lessons is the 4, but learning when to give my help and when to step back is still a major block for me.

I have recently had the opportunity to work on this area again. I wont go into too much personal detail here, but suffice to say, I saw someone struggling and doing things in a way that wasn’t for their highest or best good and tried to get them to see this and change.

All it ended up doing was causing strain within the relationship and exhaustion within myself.

So, I’ve let it go. I have accepted that sometimes people just don’t want to let go of their baggage and all I need to do is be there and support them when and if they ask for it. I have learned that sometimes people just need unconditional love and acceptance of who and where they are in this moment. I have also learned to ‘choose my battles’, especially to discern whether the battle is even mine in the first place.

Sometimes the only thing a person can do is plant a seed. It is up to the other people whether is grows or not.


I’m Back!!

Ok, so I’m back! It has been soooo long since I published, so I hope you will still be getting these!

My life has been a bit hectic of late. Some massive changes (yep, that’s a 5 year for you!) have sent my life into a tail spin and it made question everything.

Reflection is definitely a good thing,but this one made me realise I was doing most of the things that would make my heart sing, I just had to add gardening to the list and I feel complete.

Well, almost…

It all started here…

What I realised is that I was on the right track with writing and doing readings and refining my mediumship, I just needed some time away to reassess. I feel as if it is making me value these things all the more for the time away.

My restyled Boho digs, complete with emerging indoor jungle!

There has also been a bit of an image makeover, but it is more of an ‘owning who I am and expressing that through my clothing choices’ rather than a makeover. Probably more of an ‘image reveal’. Either way, I am feeling more connected to me than ever before, more stronger in who I am and where I am heading. And I feel it has all been because of my time away from it all.

It doesn’t matter how far we deviate, or for how long, just as long as we get (back) to where we need to be.


Letting kids feel their feelings

“Don’t be nervous. Miss isn’t nervous, is she?”

This is the exact sentence I heard from a teacher to students who were about to start filming. I am not sure about the details, but they would be asked to give their thoughts on something in front of a camera.

Don’t be nervous? DON’T BE NERVOUS??

Yes, be nervous! Just don’t let it stop you from doing what you want.

Yes, be nervous! Just do it anyway.

No wonder kids are being diagnosed with ‘anxiety disorders’.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand that for some people it is an actual problem that needs to be medicated. Debilitating anxiety and panic attacks are nothing to dismiss.

But for many, it is simply a lack of understanding of their emotions.

Nerves are good, it means that something is important to you. It means that you want to do well. It means that you care.

This false idea that they shouldn’t be nervous makes kids believe that their feelings are wrong, or that they are wrong for having them, and nothing could be further from the truth.

Emotions are an important part of this human experience. Without them we only get one side of the experience.

If we start ignoring our nerves, it isn’t long before we start to suppress all of our emotions, and, speaking from experience, that never ends well.

We should honour and acknowledge how kids are feeling and give them the skills to move past the less than desirable emotions and do what they need to anyway. Feelings aren’t bad, and we need to stop telling kids what they should be feeling and start working with what they are feeling.

The emotions will come out somewhere and somehow. Perhaps naming them and acknowledging them when they hit will prevent them overflowing and coming out as aggression or depression or one of the many other emotions that are destructive in excess.

Allow kids to be nervous and give them the tools to get the job done anyway.

Current Issues

Overcoming Rape-Culture, Victim Blaming and the Patriarchy

Yet again, a woman gets raped and murdered and it’s her fault.

Just a few weeks ago, 22 year old Eurydice Dixon was walking home when she was attacked and raped and murdered. She took all of the precautions, messaging her friends letting them know she was almost home safe.

This is the thing that gets me. She took all of the precautions.

Why should she have to take any precautions? Why was it her fault she got raped and murdered and not the fault of the man who did the raping and murdering?

Why should we have to make sure we are in groups or have rape whistles or be on our phones or even wear security underwear? Or worse, like the women in South Africa who have to wear anti-rape gear and equip their daughters from as young as ten.

And this isn’t the first time women have been told to be careful.

A recent article warned women to go out in groups as sexual assaults had risen on Queensland’s Gold Coast.

A few years ago in Far North Queensland a young girl was raped by her two friends, but they were acquitted because she was drinking with them and must have asked for it. This from a female judge too!! Just shows how far victim blaming has spread.

Again, if we took better precautions this wouldn’t happen.

Pfft. It’s patriarchal bullshit directed at us so they don’t have to feel bad about doing all the raping in the first place. It’s childish bullshit akin to ‘but he hit me first!’

This whole world is run by boys in men’s bodies and it’s total bullshit.

A man hitting a woman is like a sibling hitting them and yelling ‘she started it!’

Incels crying because they can’t get laid is like a toddler having a tantrum because Mummy took away his favourite toy.

Childish bullshit.

No wonder the world is in the state it’s in. It’s like the global version of Lord of the Flies – or maybe this was the point the author was trying to make? We actually have children running the world and screwing it up.

But, to get back on track, if men didn’t do these things, women wouldn’t be getting hurt.

This is kind of a given, although a lot of men still can’t bring themselves to think this way. They don’t want to ‘dob on a mate’, activity I see all the time in High School.

Which brings me to the ‘not all men’ argument.

Yes, it’s true that not all men rape, abuse and murder women.

But not all men would stand up against the abuser and tell him to stop.

Not all men would go against their mates and tell them it’s not ok to have sex with that unconscious girl at a party.

Not all men would ‘dob on a mate’ if they saw or heard them doing it.

Men need to stand up and be vocal too. Tell your mate his behaviour isn’t acceptable. Stand up for your sister or mother or cousin or aunty or friend. You have the power to make the change. We all do, if we all stand up and say it’s not ok.

We all need to stand up and change the culture, but the reality is men care more about what their mates think than the general population. They are subject to peer pressure just like the rest of us, even if we don’t want to admit it.

Please, for the sake of the women in your life, be that mate that says it’s not ok. Be that mate that teaches him what he should do. Be that mate that helps him be a better person and avoid going to jail (the very small percentage that do actually make it there and not through some bullshit legal loophole or some judge’s prejudice, but that’s another story).

Bad things happen when good people stand by and do nothing.

Are you that good person?


Thoughts on Life

This week has been a hectic and emotional week. My Mother and I helped my Grandparents move from a town 3 hours away, to one 45 minutes from me.

This is something my Nan has wanted for almost a decade, if not longer. For one reason or another, my Pop always refused. She has essentially spent the last 10 years miserable, living in a town she loathed.

This week, she got her wish, except she wasn’t able to enjoy it like she should have.

Early this year she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.

As these thins go, it escalated quickly to the point now where she is repeating the same two stories without pause. I could go into the ways in which it is manifesting, but most of us have seen it at least once or heard stories.

The part of all of this that gets me, is that she was so completely lost and stressed throughout the entire move she couldn’t relax and get excited. When I asked her if she was excited her reply was “I would be if I knew where we were going”.

On the day, she was restless and irritable, argumentative and emotional. It was like watching a toddler getting ready for daycare.

She put her good rings away somewhere, didn’t tell anyone else, forgot where they were and became fixated on finding them. We managed to reassure her that if we couldn’t see them, they were packed somewhere and she calmed for a few minutes, before ‘remembering’ and the whole process would start again. Eventually she found them and relaxed a little, but then it was something else.

My point is, I wish for her that she had have done this years ago when she was lucid enough to not only understand what was happening, but enjoy the process and get as excited as Mum and I were.

Selfishly, I wish that it had happened when I was able to truly enjoy her company like I used to as a kid. We could watch movies and snuggle in the lounge. Go to Bingo or Housie or Alphie and she’d drive and play the pokies and give me half of her winnings. Drink cup after cup of tea or coffee and she’d tell me stories about her youth and the family. She’d cook me dinner and I’d feel like I was the most important person in the world.

Now, I don’t know what it is going to look like. I am lucky she still remembers who I am, and if you tell her a few times, she remembers what is going on around her.

Anyway, the point of this is, don’t put things off.

Do them today.

It is a cliche, but it is probably one of the few that shouldn’t be.

Don’t put off til tomorrow what you could do today.

Write that book. Climb that mountain. Run that marathon. Tell him you love him. Hug your kids. Go on that holiday. Get married. Watch the sunset over the Indian Ocean.

Whatever it is, just do it.

And enjoy it while you can.

Find the happiness and fun in every moment, that spoonful of sugar. Don’t go to bed angry. Use your energy for happiness and love, not hate. Be kind, to yourself and others. Be happy now.

You don’t know how many tomorrows you have.

And apparently, you don’t have to die for your time to be up.


The consequences of seeking approval from others

I never wanted to actually be an activist. It wasn’t something that spoke to me on a deep level.

I tried though. Convinced by another’s arguments and my own need for approval surfacing, I tried.

I went to a Cube of Truth, although in truth it was a bit of a shambles because they decided at the last minute to move it to a location closer to the CBD. I had been riding my bike all morning and wasn’t keen on the extra ride, so I went home, not getting to see it in its full glory.

I was able to stay for the discussion and role play, which was informative and confidence boosting. Still, I was really only there to see how it all works, see it in action, dip my toes in before I took the whole dive. I’m cautious like that. Sometimes…

The whole time I was there, it felt wrong, I felt wrong. I felt like an imposter, like a sheep in wolves clothing. It didn’t feel ‘mine’.

Please don’t mistake me, it’s not that I had to be the one to ‘find’ it. I’m not that shallow. But when you are with your tribe you feel it in your bones. Your heart sings with happiness and you look around and you ‘see’ all of the people there. You belong. It feels ‘mine’.

I can’t say I ‘saw’ anyone, not even the ‘friends’ I was there with. I felt alone, out of place.

Still, I thought I could do some stuff behind the scenes. Help raise some funds for the group so they could get more gear, etc. Give back that way.

So, I offered to organise a fundraiser in the form of a psychic and well-being fair. The last fundraiser I had been a part of raised $3000+ for the cause, I thought the Cube could have used a similar amount to buy resources for their events and maybe even have a stall and a talk on the day to raise awareness… apparently not…

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I realised what was going on.

I have said earlier that I had allowed other people to dictate to me how to ‘do friendships’ and it left me hurt and disappointed. Without going into too much detail, it was this friend who had convinced me that I should be an activist.

It seems I looked at my choice not to be an activist as wrong, and made changes accordingly.

I allowed myself to be drawn into a world that I knew I didn’t belong for the wrong reasons: an attempt to be fully accepted by this friend. I let my need for approval control my choices (as I said before also, I had moved past this) and I changed who I was to fit someone else’s ideal.

I am not an activist.

I am a teacher. I am a healer. I am a psychic and (budding) medium. My passion is to help people clear their blocks, become more conscious of the patterns that are holding them back and help them move forward. This is who I am. This the life I am working towards.

It’s OK that I don’t want to be a public activist. It’s not who I am. I might still do stuff behind the scenes, and even find a way to hold an event fundraiser for another cause who will welcome the donation.

But, public activism doesn’t make my heart sing. I am probably more passionate about reversing all of the damage the patriarchy has caused so women can be totally free and safe in the world. So men can own their own natures and not feel inadequate when they don’t meet the standards of masculinity put forward by the patriarchy. So all people in the world can just be themselves. Totally and completely.

My other passion is showing people how bad animal products are for your health. Giving them the facts about nutrition and educating them on how the body works so they can see for themselves the harm certain foods do to their body. This might be a hobby or sideline gig though.

Anyone telling me that it isn’t OK to be who I am, for whatever reason, is putting conditions on their love and I don’t need that. I love myself too much now to be bound by others’ rigid guidelines of acceptance and approval. I will not jump through hoops so people will like me. I’ll just find another circus!

I totally honour and even agree with her reasoning as to why we should all be activists. However, honouring myself is more important.

I never want to feel like an impostor again.

Blessed Be! xx