Friday, July 24, 2015


People are often intrigued by my calorific intake...phrases like "Barry the worm' are uttered in polite conversation. To dispel the myth of Barry and to shed some light on the mystery of eating, I am sharing my philosophy on food...


  • prepare food ahead
  • eat often - 6 times a day
  • eat whole foods
  • pay the expensive pricetag for what goes into your body
  • Treat yourself (in moderation with healthy treats- see below)
  • regular exercise - even walk/run streak under 10 mins a day, 10 pressups/day,  anything to get your head in the game.
  • read a book/mag for 10 mins/day to meditate/calm down
  • buy quality ingredients


  • don’t starve yourself
  • don’t eat processed foods (hidden sugar content makes you fat)
  • don’t eat processed sauces/dressings/yoghurts/mueslis
  • don’t buy low fat anything (they replace it with sugar that turns into fat)
  • don’t weigh yourself


*A large stainless steel bowl to mix your salads, a lemon juicer, a lunchbox, a smoothie cup, a mini frypan with glass lid.


  • Peta Mathias extra virgin olive oil (don’t buy other oils - bad for you) 
  • lemons
  • Delish primal breakfast (no other flavour or brand - about $17 but worth it)
  • Plain yoghurt
  • Delmaine Pesto - others have bad oils in them
  • Henderson’s Streaky Bacon (no added baddies)
  • (Organic) potatoes, pumpkin, kumara
  • onions, garlic, ginger
  • rice
  • rice vermicelli, soba noodles (GF)
  • feta cheese, wedge of parmesan
  • steak (can cook in a small frypan with a lid on in 4 mins)
  • salmon (can cook in a small frypan with a lid on in 4 mins)
  • chicken (skinless) (can cook in a small frypan with a lid on in 4 mins)
  • tray of free range eggs
  • butter/full cream milk
  • oranges (try to buy organic), kiwifruit, bananas
  • honey
  • peanut butter (Pics peanut butter - only nuts, no added sugars etc)
  • raw almonds, walnuts, peanuts
  • kale, spinach, celery, carrots, broccoli


 When you get a craving...have a small portion.

Mary VT’s Seed Bar Recipe

¼ C sesame seeds
¾ C pumpkin seed
¾ C sunflower seeds
½ C dried fruit
1 C  peanuts
½ C coconut thread
½ C rolled oats
Cook peanuts in pan for 5 minutes.
Add seeds, coconut, sesame seeds and rolled oats and brown a little. Then dried fruit.
Cook until golden brown.
Boil in another pan for 8 minutes:
100gm butter
¼ C honey
½ C brown sugar

Mix altogether and press into slice tray.  Cut before too solid so as not to snap.


1. Mix olive oil and lemon juice and salt and pepper as your dressing
2. Add olive oil to pesto to dilute and call it a dressing
3. sesame oil, grated ginger, soy sauce, more olive oil to dilute


Roasted vege, spinach, feta and walnut salad

  • Cut your veges (beetroot, pumpkin, kumara, or potatoes) into 1 cm cubes and pan fry till golden brown and soft in frypan with olive oil and salt. (Add chopped bacon to pan you like)
  • Add chopped spinach and sprinkle with feta and walnuts or (pan fried almonds in olive oil and salt)
  • use dressing number 2 if you feel like it.

Salmon on soba or rice vermicelli 

  • Boil noodles for 2 mins and drain (add broccoli florets to water with noodles)
  • Fry salmon in covered mini frypan till cooked (about 3 mins).
  • Add dressing number 3.
  • combine all in large stainless bowl and mix gently. Add to lunchbox or plate. Sprinkle with chopped almonds. (Microwave almonds with a drizzle of sesame oil and salt for 1 min)

Beef or chicken fried rice/noodle salad

  • Fry steak (or chicken) in butter in covered mini frypan till cooked (about 3 mins).
  • Fry onion, finely chopped broccoli, chopped chilli, in pan for 2 mins. Throw in frozen peas
  • Add cooked rice or cooked noodles
  • combine all in large stainless bowl and mix gently. Add to lunchbox or plate. Sprinkle with chopped almonds. (Microwave almonds with a drizzle of sesame oil and salt for 1 min)
  • slice beef and add on top
  • also can fry 2 egg omelette and slice and add on top.

Quick Chicken &  Corn noodle Soup

  • Fry some chopped onion (garlic and ginger too if you want) in a pot for 2 mins.
  • Add chopped chicken slices or cooked shredded chicken 
  • Add chicken stock and a handful of chopped spaghetti noodles 3 cm long bits.
  • Add frozen corn
  • Drizzle a beaten egg slowly from about 30 cm above the soup
  • Pour into an airtight, microwavable bowl or into a soup bowl and eat.


Kale Chips (Crunchy and delicious - like Kettles but healthy)

  • use curly kale and wash and cut into 5cm bits (cut out stalk)
  • dry in a teatowel
  • put into large stainless bowl with sea salt and olive oil and massage together
  • cook on greaseproof paper in a single layer at 175 degrees for 10 mins till golden brown
  • Consume at will.


  • Add all (in this order) to a blender and blend till smooth
  • frozen berries and banana (frozen if possible) chopped kale leaves or spinach, chopped kiwifruit, dob of yoghurt, chilled water (enough to blend), drizzle of honey

Fruit Muesli

  • Use Pure Delish Primal muesli
  • add chopped kiwifruit and banana
  • combine with natural yoghurt
  • drizzle with honey if desired

Breakfast Omelette

  • beat 2 eggs and 1 egg white
  • fry in mini frypan in a little melted butter and flip when cooked 
  • If you want more of a meal; 
add cooked potato (can cube it and cook in microwave first) 
and grated parmesan on top 
add smoked salmon crumbled on top
add cooked spinach - wilt in pan with a dash of olive oil

Monday, August 6, 2012

Day 3 - 8

Day 3 + 4
In an effort at work/play balance, I decided to ride my bike today and went to my writing group yesterday for a shared lunch.  I did leave an email message with the property managers to which they are studiously ignoring.

Two can play at that game.

Also got a call from Kate Fraser of The Christchurch Press Zest fame, who said she would be using my 450 word article on “How to get someone else to Clean your Oven”  in the near future.   So many irons  in the fire.  


Day 5 + 6
It is too soon to be working weekends and goes against my aforementioned philosophy.

Day 7
 I should be able to multi task today whilst answering phones at our family business when the ‘boss’ is out of the room.  He gets a bit touchy about non-industry related conversations/emails.  I’ve got one phrase to say to him....”Big Picture!”.

Day 8
Am ready for action now.  Everyone else better be too.  Actually spoke too soon.  Only managed a phone call to letting agent and current head tenant.

But did manage to sprint around the entire perimeter of Hagley Park, bike to work for a management meeting at 11am and stop at fish shop and Chinese supermarket on way home, take the dog to the vet to buy pheromone spray, buy weekly groceries and cook from scratch muesli, stewed apple berry and rhubarb topping for aforementioned muesli,  bake ANZAC biscuits for the tins and cook baked salmon and a tofu dish for tea.

I wonder if real real estate agents are this productive.

 Meeting with tenant  booked for Day 10 at 2 pm.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Let the Brainstorning begin...


Day 2 of Project – 1 August, 2012

Today I went out for breakfast (with aforementioned friend in the industry – purely coincidence), met the accountant for our annual accounts talk (second more lucrative income),  went to the movies (Bel Ami – don’t bother) then out for dinner (Japanese). A big day.

I also, bought an E-valuation on line for the paltry sum of $47.95 that told me the property had an estimated value of $461,000 with a medium confidence level of selling.  Go figure. 

I am still unsure of how many bedrooms and bathrooms the property has but have requested an appointment with the letting agent to meet the *tenants.

The insurance broker has also got back to me with a policy that runs out in September this year, that she assures me will be transferrable as long as “the Builders Report” confirms the building is structurally sound and that the purchaser is acceptable to the insurer.  Note to self; arrange builders report.  (Wild note taking has begun on whiteboard).

*Also googled “Can you sell a house while the tenants are on a fixed contract?” and was informed that you could, but, here’s the big hairy but....the tenants were entitled to stay till the contract expires. (Bugger, 8 months from now!).

Very helpful website that I must read that explains this stuff:

Another huge day of admin.  Must go get ready for dinner.

Monday, July 30, 2012


‘For Real’ Estate

31 July 2012
Today I have decided to sell a piece of real estate. Why? Because, I never have before and I like learning new things.  Oh, and I get to keep the commission.

After having bought four properties and renting them out for my brother over the past fourteen years (while he built up his local portfolio from his international perch in Japan), the hammer has swung to selling them off. 

Where do you start? Procrastinate for a few days then cruise by the property and take a photo from *your car in the rain. Decide to write a blog to “stay true to myself” through the process and for motivation.

Then you get a whiteboard.  All good projects have them.  Print out the postage stamp photo you took on your iphone and tape it to the middle of the board in readiness for some wild brainstorming and note-taking to take place around it.

Next, you email the insurance broker and confess to having lost the policy documents and demand they attach them to a return email as well as advise on any new rules I should know about. (Copy in my brother, so he knows I’m serious – and intelligent).

Also email your friend in the industry and ask for inside information; recommended/cheap valuers and solicitors. Preferably not corrupt.

Enough work for one day.

*Calculate potential commission on your iphone to excite yourself.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

And the fun continues....

16/5 We left Georgia to sleep while we took in a scenic coastal jog taking in kilometers of splendid beach and runways.  The French being the epicurean leisure lovers they are left the tracks mostly to us with only a few other runners en route. I jogged and snapped photos along the way, while Ant finished the 8km round trip with a dip in the ocean outside our hotel.  Georgia ticked off her list of to dos with a ladylike walk from the hotel to the ocean, a compulsory dunking then back to the room to shower.  Keen to explore, we came across a food market in a nearby street. I partook of some oysters and wine for 6.90€ before purchasing meat and small goods for a beachside picnic. A swimming cove Ant had found was a perfect spot.  We ate our snacks al fresco, enjoying the view of naked  locals and family fun before reclining on the shore for an afternoon snooze.  Grateful for sunshine we inadvertently burned a little.  Mid afternoon, we climbed a little higher in the cove and enjoyed a cliff side aperitif maximising the exquisite spot. The marine museum was on the list and handily located on the opposite cliff.  A seal show at 5pm proved  a non event but the 3 floors depicting varietal marine life was. Back to the room to rest and snack then off to find dinner as we were in danger of fading.  Unable to decide on who was hungry or thirsty we settled on a nice patch in the sun taking in an ale and a lung full of cigarette fumes, as well as a meat pizza as accompaniment at a roadside cafe. Wandering the boulevard a couple of hours later we fell upon the main square and a table for three to continue our progressive meal.  Georgia realised a dream in the form of a whole pot of mussels, tiny but tasty. Tiring we returned to the room where I won the longevity award, dozing till midnight watching a disturbing Chinese movie dubbed in French.  17/5 11am checkout meant we were able to take in a walk to the lighthouse before breakfast, consume more baguette and fruit purchased from the market and shower leisurely before ousting. The friendly efficient staff made us a map we followed incorrectly to the bus stop.  We fumbled our way to the train station, purchased tickets and almost missed the train due to platform error. Georgia thankfully, asked all the right questions at the right time while I blithely looked on. A quick train ride then a metro ride left us a stranded  on a  San Sebastian street vainly looking for a taxi. A local mad woman took pity on us and phoned one.   The hotel San Sebastian was four star and located on the wrong side of the bay, a lengthy saunter into the hub.  The wifi was sensationally slow and more often non apparent but Georgia managed to hook up and find out what we needed to know.   A quick look around the centre of town taking in tapas or pintxo dependent on your dialect; Spanish or Basque, on demand and a cursory look around the shops of the thriving old quarter.   Back to the room around 7pm for a regroup I never recovered from.  Fatigue had crept up and felled me like a great oak leaving me cast in my bed for a solid 12+ hours while Ant and Georgia pressed on deep into the San Sebastian sunset utilizing the foreign fantasies and all they had to offer.   18/5 After waking from the sleep of the dead, I agreed to realise my latent energy and join Ant on a running tour of the bay.   A jog/crawl up the steep steps to view Santo Cristo up close was worth the asthma attack.   The chapel directly beneath was beautiful and unexpected.   The parishioners must be really dedicated. Back to collect Georgia who waited hungrily at home for our return like a baby bird, keen to hit the streets for some fodder.  A rapid early morning tapas or pintxo was consumed at a nearby cafe then we headed around the corner and fell upon fruit stalls and bakeries abundant, regretful of our earlier decision to purchase additional fresh fruit supplies at the supermarket. Back to the room to prepare  bags for the day then a taxi to the other side for a days entertainment.   Ant grabbed a local experience of a clipper cut for 10€ while Georgia and I mingled around before the impending shop closure around 1pm.  With a  newly shawn husband in tow,  we headed for a basement restaurant and enjoyed a full three course meal including wine for 16€ a head.  Fabulous service with tasty food was worthy of the rave reviews we read about on our departure from a framed local rag magazine. Back out into the afternoon and we were accosted by light rain. Shower proof wind breakers were donned as we mooched about the damp city streets vainly walking off our courses.  The cathedral proved  a welcome haven and was on the list.  We sat in the pews taking in the austerity as well as relieving our pained calves. The labyrinth of San Sebastian streets in the old quarter came alive at night with locals and tourists lined up in and around bars supping on wine or Sangria and pintxos galore.   The variety in size and offering  of snacks is  commendable and difficult to resist.  A plate is loaded, drinks ordered then the bill sorted at the end.  Someone keeps count!  From baby eel to chicken nibbles, delectable delights are piled high on sliced bread sticks or skewered, and adorn the bars feast like.  As a result, drunken patrons are few.   We took in three separate bars to be sure we had it covered then wandered back home across the bay pausing to snap the vista and had "one for the road" waterside to complete our San Sebastian experience. On our return to the room, Anthony made a bee line for bed while Georgia researched our next leg.  I blogged till I dropped. 19/5 An early rise, taxi to the bus station, then a 9.30am bus to Bilbao at 10€ each was a great pick for the 97km journey. Georgia was excelling at this travel game.  A last minute wifi meant contact with Harriet at home who was living our trip vicariously through my contact. A breakfast picnic in the back seat of the large bus was enjoyed en route while we spread out comfortably over five seats,  far enough away from the  'devil public'. Destination Bilbao, an hour and a half later.  A light rain showered our arrival.  Out of the bus straight into a taxi across the road and directly to the Guggenheim Bilbao.  Our previously purchased Tickets worked a treat as we sidestepped the growing queues and checked our luggage for free. The museum saved the city, rebirthing it as a 'go to' destination.  The architecture itself messes with the senses, confounding logic.  The exhibits or installations as they call them are spread over three floors as well as stretching outside around the building.  The 'art' ranges from classic to new and the sizes from small to uber large.  A steel 'installation' spread out over most of the ground floor and could be viewed within and from above.  Artist's like David Hockney had large exhibits that showcased his various talents over the years and willingness for flexibility utilizing modern tools like the iPad to paint and print out. Taking a break from the culture we wandered into the city as opposed to the museum cafe and dined in style.  Feeling adventurous, I ordered several things by pointing to them on the menu,  oblivious as to what they were.  A large steak arrived as one course much to my delight.  The rain hampered any further attempts at exploration so we returned to the museum to complete our cultural experience.   At around dinner time we finally left.  Scurrying  into a waiting taxi we whizzed through the rainy streets to the airport to complete our days journey to Seville on Spain's airline Vueling.  Touching down ten minutes early we collected our Eurocar rental and set about navigating the ten minute ride to the hotel.  Almost an hour later we arrived at the Seville Hotel Congreso,  having botched the GPS instructions badly.  Hungry and tired at midnight we piled into our room,  'cheap and no so cheerful'  (should have taken the reviews seriously) and collapsed.  Ant did an emergency burger shop run and we ate a Spanish fry up off our dubious floor before turning in for the night. 20/5 Muggy indoors, chilly out, with thunderstorms and sunshine.  The Spanish weather did not hamper my enthusiasm for the pre researched Seville bike tours.  I had the address, price, route and time but not the opening hours. Like a dog with a bone, I phoned the 'reservations required weekends' number and tried my luck at a late notice one.  A happy English speaking voice answered and assisted, promising to collect us ASAP for the tour.  My kind of service.  Injected into an existing tour we joined a ladies book club from Galway and a handful of Dutch tourists on a well run three hour tour of the city on rickety fold out bikes.   The wind whistled through our hair and clothing as we followed each other obediently through narrow streets pausing to take in the ambience and some local narrative from Alana our erudite guide. The city is chocker with must see sights most easily accessible by bikes.   After returning the bikes we headed straight back to our favorite bits that included;  local tapas at a roadside cafe, the impressive palace gardens complete with fish and peacocks, the third largest cathedral in Europe plus a jaunt up the 31 floors to the bell tower and finally more tapas at Bar Gonzalo with a Michelin suggested dish to boot. Negotiating our way home from the car park proved too easy so we added on a tiki tour.  Ant and Georgia, fueled by their navigational successes went down to the hotel bar to celebrate while I climbed wearily into my bed, down but not out. 21/5 As we had forgotten to set the alarm, we all woke alarmed at 9.20am, our hopes of an early departure dashed. Deciding on the hotel breakfast as a necessary evil  we ate the dried out buffet offerings and carb loaded in preparation for our first road trip from Seville to Granada, 250km. This hotel must have connections to the Spanish mafia with its four star rating.  About three more than is justified.   With road trips, the  start and the end like flying, are the hard bit.  The in between, simple.  Spain spread out around us like a bumpy counterpane quilt for miles, edged closely to the highway with acres of olive groves.  The time sped by from the back as I navigated mouth agape, lost in slumber.  We chose our next hotel on line the night before and were pleased with our choice situated close to the Alhambra, the reason for our visit. A plan was formed at the bar for the day; lunch a short walk into town, then back to the Alhambra mid afternoon for a few hours on our pre booked tickets (thanks again, Georgia) then a final decision on a tourist tour to the gypsy caves at night. The walk into town downhill through a park like setting was calming. Granada town itself,  a thriving mini metropolis. The main roads burst with activity.  We followed our hotel maps to the tapas area in search of  Spanish delicacies. We performed our obligatory march up and down the same lane repeatedly finally all agreeing on the ' right' place. Authenticity was the key and we achieved it this time.  Ant bonded with the cook/owner bent deep into the oven at the bar professing his cuisine as the best in Europe! We sat sated in the sun and watched the world for a minute before heading back up the hill to our alpine village hotel to regroup. The Alhambra is a world heritage site, built by and for a sultan about eight centuries ago and later taken by the Catholics.  It has a series of palaces with vast modern gardens boasting a multitude of water features and ponds teaming with fish.  Exhumed ruins lie around the outside easily viewable with access to most areas of the remaining buildings still standing.  The intricacies of the Nazrid palaces are unique, intriguing and remarkably intact.  The on site souvenir shop equally as impressive,  housed relics of the past alongside trinkets of today.  Considering the battle with the tour loads of 8000/day and the area covered we escaped relatively unscathed over four hours later.   Back at the hotel for another regroup at he bar, we were joined by a fellow Australasian, keen for company and an audience.  John and Margaret from Bateman, out of Sydney regaled us with tales of their Spanish exploration. Third time back in Spain they took brand new cars around Spain for less than the price of a rental and covered massive areas at their own pace, at times 8000km in eight weeks.  We bid them farewell as they left for the gypsy caves tour and we wandered back into town.  Turning right at the entry to the town this time we found ourselves in the ancient Moorish quarter that almost made me squeal with delight.   Buoyed with my nocturnal achievement, not yet seen on this trip, the three of us strolled down the very streets the ancient Moors did centuries before us. Keen to keep it Spanish we snubbed the Morrocan cafes popular this end and headed back to the other side for another dose of tapas. Crammed in (a good sign) like the sardines they served floured and fried, we ordered up large. Breaking my cardinal rule of eating after ten at night, I gorged happily on the dishes as quickly as they could serve them. Brimming with pleasure and provisions, we trotted happily back up the hill for the second time today astounding Georgia with our energy surges, spontaneously racing to the top. Unbelievably still not tired,  we mooched about the hotel and decided to check out the advertised swimming pool.  Closed due to the hour and the season, I did my best to impress my family with my contortionist skills, unsuccessfully trying to climb through the narrow bars on the gate that Georgia insisted I couldn't get my head through.  I did get my head through and one of my legs.  It was just my middle that wouldn't play ball.  Georgia was so stunned with my acrobatics she fell backwards into a concrete empty umbrella stand, denting her shins excruciatingly.  Time to quit while we were ahead we returned to the room and prepared for the next leg, 500km to Denia, a short distance from Valencia and on the Mediterranean coastline.  22/5 The alarm did its job of annoying the crap out of us at 7am and we reluctantly rose. After another hotel breakfast that provided joyless nutrients we left Granada, culturally satisfied. Traveling with his 'only stop when essential' attitude,  Anthony plowed through the Spanish desert 'taking no prisoners' with his newfound European driving skills.  Confounded by the need for petrol, we took a detour into a little town and refueled, almost detained by a street protest if not for some quick reflex re-routing. Back on the highway, and another hour or two the relentless desert finally succumbed to the magnificent Mediterranean as we approached the coast.