the week that was
I had a delightful lunch at Misuzu’s with a food blogger. We ate a platter of exquisite food and chatted for hours. We swapped stories of stupid things we have done when young and under the influence of certain substances, laughed at our own naivety and talked more about art the food.
I was taken out for dinner to the 100 Mile Café, where the food was ok but the company better. The place should work but something just doesn’t quite make it. Maybe they need some feng shui or something or perhaps it would help if the staff greeted you more warmly on arrival and didn’t get all stiff and play silly games about not having a booking? The place is never full.
Bought some seriously expensive and totally gorgeous cherry red shoes. Fluevogs – I love you!
After a couple of months hiatus the dreaded urticaria made a return. Lets hope I managed to nip it in the bud. Being spotty and itchy is not a good look, even if the colour does match my new shoes. While not a nice thing, it was certainly memorable. It got me out of making dinner, instead being served some very fine vegetarian fried rice and green prawn curry from the trusty local Asian restaurant, followed by some medicinal 85% chocolate whilst bombed out on antihistamines.
A very nice chat with a potential new colleague, finding out we like the same haunts. Although we may never end up working together I get the feeling there will be a few glasses of wine shared in the future.
Celebrated National Porridge Day with a warm bowl of grains in bed.
Had an equally enjoyable brunch with yet another food blogger (and her partner, a fellow porridge lover). We’d only known each other 5 minutes before we discovered an incredible coincidence that she’d moved into my last shared house not long after I’d moved out. We talked wistfully about the beautiful Jacaranda tree out the front, the toes biting possums terrorising the backyard and the housemate in common that we unanimously called “Creepy Steve”. Oh we ate a dam fine breakfast at Black Ruby too.
I made my first Christmas/solstice cake in over a decade. The planning and anticipation will be better than the actual cake because, rather perversely I’m not a huge fan of chrissy cake, I just like the idea of making one!
…it all makes a nice change from playing far too many games of scramble!