Lunch with Aunty Joyce

November 19, 2013

Last Sunday Ben and I had lunch at my parents’ house. Impromptu visits involving homemade bread, gifted garden cuttings and pot plants are so simple now we’re living merely 10 minutes from their door. On this day they hosted a lunch with mum’s Aunty, my great Aunty Joyce. Mum made a lovely tomato tart and a particularly delicious quiche using leek from their garden.

Mum based her quiche on this recipe (link), but used slightly less cream and only 1 cup cheese (tasty cheese), and added peas to the mix as well as an extra egg. Tarts and quiches like these, with spring vegetables and tender pastry, are just about my favourite weekend lunch. Especially when enjoyed with fresh salad and homemade sourdough. And family.


Mum served a vibrant apple cake made by Bernie, from The Red Hill Kitchen. I adored the flecks of zest in this beauty and appreciated the apple skin in the mix, too (I hate to peel apples and waste the skin!). Mum whipped up some cheeky cream (spiked with calvados) to serve with the cake, which was a delicious, ‘on theme’ decoration.



The five of us had a lovely time eating quiche and cake, chatting about family, gardening and birds and my dad’s once long hair. And we spoke about Uncle Rex. We miss him. There was tea, of course. Very weak and black, for Aunty Joyce, just like my nana, her sister. I favour strong black tea, myself. I get that from my grandad. I also inherited his slightly crooked feet. But my fear of birds? I got that from my nana.



After lunch we took a turn in the garden together, chastising possums and picking rosemary. Ben and I left with a loot of goodies and trundled down the hill to our home, our garden, taking with us the love and advice of my great Aunt and parents. I planted that rosemary cutting straight away.

I hope it is as strong as theirs…


Heidi xo

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  • Lisa November 19, 2013 at 8:42 am

    Sounds like a perfectly wonderful afternoon to me! And it must be wonderful having family so close by x

    • Heidi November 19, 2013 at 2:24 pm

      It is, I’m very lucky 🙂 x

  • Julia @ Chic To Do November 19, 2013 at 4:07 pm

    I’m terrified of birds as well – my husband thinks I’m crazy, but I think he’s the crazy one. How can one not be afraid of unpredictable, flapping, maniacal birds?

    Sounds like a lovely lunch!

  • Natalie November 19, 2013 at 8:53 pm

    What a special day. Makes me think of all my visits to my grandmothers sisters houses over the years – sounds very similar. Lovely lunches, tea, cake and listening to gossip between my grandmother and her two sisters. You always walk away feeling full, comforted and loved. Hope the rosemary grows well.

  • InTolerant Chef November 19, 2013 at 10:46 pm

    What a lovely lunch, and how nice you live close enough to just pop in 🙂

  • Hannah November 20, 2013 at 12:25 pm

    Your mention of your bird fear took me right back to our little table in Union Square and the bird that dive bombed your head for no reason. I shouldn’t be laughing, but I am, just a little bit, because that whole day/two days are nothing but joy in my heart. xo