Dreamfarm is, I think, an unlikely name for a company for us to deal with. For me it invokes thoughts of health spas, or maybe something a little out of whack or even sinister, Orwellian perhaps. For Andi when I asked him it was more Bocketts Farm (a visitor attraction farm for children in Dorking, Surrey). But no, in reality tis neither. They are in fact an Australian manufacturer of kitchen implements. And if it's a bit unusual to find Australian produced anything in this part of the world, then it's also unusual to find people who are really trying to solve real problems in an imaginative yet simple way.
Well, the folks at Dreamfarm certainly try and as you will see if you continue reading, they've come up with some quite startlingly simple and elegant ideas and designs.
Now this company is not new to the game and they've been around for 18 years and I recall a good number of years ago stocking their first product, brought in by an importer (can't now remember who) and this was the Grindenstein "Knock Box". A wot? Well actually, it was probably the first, or one of the first, containers on the domestic market for safely and cleanly knocking the spent coffee out of your coffee holder on your espresso machine. It's a short cylinder made of stout plastic with a substantial rod placed crosswise, which in turn is covered in rubber so as to absorb sound and the blows, as you easily dispose of the coffee grounds by knocking your coffee holder against it. A simple pleasing design that is small enough to store on the machine when not in use. It'll happily sit on the drip tray under the coffee head on most. Very neat.
Grindestein Knock Box Black
Every Grindenstein comes with an information booklet filled with great ideas on how to recycle the collected coffee grinds as a great natural fertilizer for the garden.
After inventing the Grindenstein, Alex the owner and designer came up with a novel use for scissors. I imagine he was (maybe still is) a pizza lover. And he set about thinking of how to cut it more easily and without any mess. His answer was to adapt a pair of scissors to do the job of, not only cutting the pizza, but also something that helps serve it, without getting your fingers full of pizza topping. He added a sort of plate (he calls it a Spatula Base) to one of the blades and swept the handles up out of the way and sprung them so that they open automatically. And I say this because if you asked Babette how she slices pizza, she'd say that you can do all this with an ordinary pair of scissors (and she often does).
What is clever about Alex's design is that the plate on the bottom blade, the high handles and springing mean it's a genuine one handed operation and that your hands don't touch the pizza. I don't usually allow marketise to enter the hallowed halls of my emails to you, but on this occasion I was surprised by how factual their account was and if this doesn't convince you then maybe the accompanying video will. Here is what they have to say about their Scizza's, as they call them.....
"Scizza is the best thing since sliced bread itself. It's a pizza cutter that perfectly slices any pizza, on any surface and can also be used to serve. Scizza has a clever spatula base that slides under your pizza so the blades don't scratch your non-stick pans or dull on pizza stones (ahem, like a pizza wheel). Scizza's slicing action means your toppings stay in place, and with a gentle squeeze you can use it to serve your pizza too. Scizza makes easy work of thick crusts, deep dish pizza or flat breads. You can take the blades apart to sharpen them and it's even dishwasher safe - woo hoo!"
Dreamfarm Scizza Pizza Scissors
Scizza’s clever curved blades slice from above to keep your toppings in place and your hands away from your food.
Le Creuset Overstock Offer
Lastly I have a potential little treat for you. We have an overstock on the Le Creuset 9"(23cm) Square Baking Dish in Stoneware in 3 colours, Cerise (Red), Black and Meringue (Cream).
Suggestions as to what you might cook in these are, Sticky Toffee Pudding, Moussaka, A Le Cresuet recipe for Chocolate and Cherry Sponge, Lemon and Herb Roasted Chicken and of course Lasagne! Explore our recipes.
This is already a special offer at £29.00 and we are doing them for £19.00 until the stocks go down a bit.
Babette, I'm pleased to say, is now out of Hospital, having had her lungs drained of excess liquid (yuk) and seems to be recovering quite well. It's good to have her home and a side benefit is that I no longer have to do daily battle with the wretched hospital car park machine, that asks me my car registration number. This it does when I'm inside the hospital and out of sight of the car, which is awkward since I can never remember the number. At this point I remember that I can't remember my number, walk out to car, scrabble around for a pen and paper. On returning to the car park machine I note my heart rate going up again as I prepare for its next challenge. Having then got it to accept the registration number, it goes on to assume that I can see and follow the instructions, which of course I don't because I've never been able to read and follow instructions....just one of those things! Despite the machine's best intentions however, I eventually prevail, hooray... but the machine still has one more trick up its sleeve. Unlike all other carpark machines that give you a ticket to present at a later stage in the ordeal. It just says thank you, you've paid.... Really? Are you seriously expecting me to believe that you'll remember me when I'm driving out, You're going to raise your barrier as if by magic and say cheerio? Unlikely!
But since I don't have much choice I walk back to the car and go to drive out. Mysteriously, as I approach the exit the barrier, it rises and the sign wishes me a good day. It would have been better without you in it I think to myself, but for fear it may also be able to read my mind, I put my foot down before it has a change of heart. Clearly it was designed by a sadist, or someone under the age of 25, or maybe it was a juvenile sadist.
So, on that happier note (Babette back and no more carpark machines for a while, I hope) I'll wish you a very pleasant and peaceful weekend.