Dear Nixie,

I’ve had a heck of a night down in Oz alright and just back from the Hospital after being up til' the wee hours with Young Dorothy Gale so thought I’d write in for some advice myself since I’m the resident bend of the ear round here too. Sheesh It was a difficult night with her squealing and hollering and hopping about, poor dear. And why do you think Dorothy screamed? Because the tin man stepped on her Toto and it was all somewhere over the sprained toe after that as you could imagine. Was a devil of a racquet and my heads all mixed up so anyway on the way home we stopped through for a little slumber in the poopy fields with the whimsical witch of the rest. She’s all for a work life balance and was able to provide just the right pair of Ruby sleepers for a speedy recovery. But it didn’t end there….. I was also running about avoiding the future crunchkin of munchkins for our annual emergency house falling evacuation drill this morning….  And that leads me right into the yellow brick code of home talk. Now as I’ve often been quoted..  "Home is a place we all must find…. It's not just a place where you eat or sleep. Home is knowing. Knowing your mind, knowing your heart, knowing your courage. If we know ourselves, we're always home, anywhere….."

But here’s the rub Ms Trix…. I’m hoping to be knowing for sure the true feelings of a certain Mr. M. Hatter from a nearby and most interesting weird wonderland of adventure. We met in the morning, late for an important date and well what do you know before long it was rather a very long way to keep falling……

Oh I think you would be quite smitten too with this land of his for it is of course the ridgey didge original world of puntasia. So much wonder, so many questions but you see…I’d just like to know if it’s happened. Has he found home?.. What I mean to know is the answer to this question…. Is he at home with me?? Oh dearie me, I sound quite the bit bonkers writing you about this but I just wanted some advice. Perhaps a recipe or two for our upcoming travels. I rather feel he likes wild parties full of decadent treats all cool, wonderful, mysterious and dangerous… Oh help, whatever should I make?? Oh dear it feels like such an impossibly tall order, is it all too much to ask for…. Any thoughts??

Yours Truly,

Ms G.Linda Munchkin

Dear Ms. Munchkin,

“Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast”…. and all the best people are bonkers so don’t be giving up on your dreams ma lady. What I would like to say is. …don’t dare lose that muchness…for you used to be much muchier my dear.

I’ve got just the recipe in mind and let me tell you this ones never gonna give you, up never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you… Because we call this one DINNER.

So I give you the:

Sautedrockfishdelishmadradscallionwildstallionwonderland…..

 Ingredients:

Rockfish, solid firm and well prepared

Pepper (grind well)

A very heady drop of vermouth

A twist of Lemon Zest

Caper buds (firm)

Knob of butter (salted)

Sprinkle of herbs (little bit fancy style from a hipster organic fine food and usually overpriced store…. preferably)

Parsley (leafy and wild and bushyranger style)

Oil ( olive you style please)

Scallion (grown Wild from the garden)

Method:

Hot, hot hot, get the skillet sizzlin right away, straight down to business.... hello olive you oil to lubricate the surface and it’s yes we're cook cook coking so good lookin. Turn often, positioning with care and season with sprinkles of delightful exotic, experimental herbs. Change of scene…. Move whole piece to the very well warmed plate and begin the sauce….heady vermouth first for rising flavours, oh zesty lemon twists and caper buds must be included gradually, cook, cook more, more ,saucy, saucy ,,uhuh,,,,knob of naughty butter, yes oh yes bubbling heat higher temperatures, a bushel of parsley ….ahhhh…..hot, hot hot up and up and oh dear the final pouring of delight more than alright onto your fish… delish delish…. Dinner…..

Anyhoo my darling munchkin, don’t forget……

I’m always here for you and good luck

Yours,

Nixie…

Ps…

“Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.”