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Gibanica is possibly the most calorie-dense cake in the world. Perfect for when you've just climbed a towering Alpine peak. Or maybe you just have a craving for something decadently indulgent. If so, read on to find out more. Prekmurska Gibanica Prekmurska Gibanica, to give the desert its full title, originates from the Prekmurje region... Continue Reading →
Ever since moving to the North of Slovenia, I have wanted to climb Stol. This mountain has been taunting me since June. At 2236m (7335ft) above sea level, it was out-of-bounds with no-one to look after the children. Then the snow fell and I thought I'd missed my chance for this year (I won't risk... Continue Reading →
‘God is a DJ’ is a songI used to findsomewhat ridiculous:As if God would want us alldry humpingto the thumping beats inside some grimy club, and no doubt highon one or other drug. Later on, however, I realised that this songmight have another meaning:If God is a DJ, then it follows thatmusic must be divine.At times,... Continue Reading →
Today I'm very excited to announce the results of the EIF Haiku Poetry Challenge. The response was fantastic, and made me realise just how much care and attention is involved in creating haiku that are both poetically beautiful and resonant with meaning. We received so many striking and skilfully-crafted haiku that I'm pleased I did... Continue Reading →
I have been witness`when the storm swelled out at seaa lonely lighthouse anchored at the shore casting light upon the surging tideand knowing I could do no morethan witness, bea beacon blazing light as you were tossed about in wavesand almost dashed to pieceson the treacherous rocksof self-doubt and self loathing. Beacon I, a witness, Iloved... Continue Reading →
Hanging out in Mar-a-Lago, nowthat’s cool:somebody told me it should beLago-a-Marthat’s what will happen to Florida;haven’t a clue what she meantand she certainly didn’t have a pussy worth grabbingwomen like that should not be seen or heardthe rest of women should only be seen:You hear me, boys?Me, a loser?How much are you worth?How many golf... Continue Reading →
My child woke from a nightmare the other night, or was it early morning? “What’s the matter, love?’ I asked. “I thought I heard a scratching,” he answered. “And what do you think you could have heard doing this scratching?” I continued. “Maybe a big rat” he answered, “or something else more scary…with sharp claws!”... Continue Reading →
Today, Aussie Poet and regular guest contributor Don Matthews of The Flippant, Comic, and Serious is bemoaning the destruction of paradise in the name of progress, touring the constipations, and reflecting on the contrasts between the flippant and serious sides of his poetry. Grab yourself a 'tinny' and to enjoy the show, but don't get... Continue Reading →
My eldest son's school have now confirmed that lessons will be taking place from home next week. In other words, I'm to be the teacher. This will present several unique challenges, namely: My son needs help with Slovenian in order to complete the lessons. I can help, but I'll be teaching myself at the same... Continue Reading →
I'm so happy because todayI learned that TrumpHad lost the raceHe’s so ugly, but that’s ok because he’s throughWe've cracked his nutsSunday morning will be a happy one for allThe human raceWe might just make it, a few more yearsWe’ve ditched that foolYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI was so angry but that’s ok... Continue Reading →
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