Sick of it

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It’s been seven days and counting since I started droobing around with the flu and I’m sick of it.

I wake up every morning, open one eye tentatively and hope that I’ll be better. But no, still snotty, still woozy.

So I wasn’t raring to go on a date with my husband last night. We’d organised dinner at this trendy restaurant in Surry Hills called Movida and there was no way I was cancelling. It took me six weeks to get the bloody booking in the first place. But I waiting until May for a second chance.

The dinner was a Christmas gift from my sister, with babysitting thrown in. What a sweetie, huh?

The food was ah-mazing. There was the slight problem of it being Spanish and Husband refusing to eat pork … which cut down our tapas options DRAMATICALLY. (Even the patatas bravas came with “faux” bacon dust. Huh?) But we managed to find enough tasty morsels that were pig-free.

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The highlight were these teeny tiny – but very expensive at $5.50 a pop – cigarillo de quesos. Essentially a gourmet fruit roll-up made from quince and stuffed with goat’s curd. Yum.

Oh, and the pintxo de pulpo gallego – meltingly tender octopus skewers with potato puree – were pretty orgasmic too.

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Husband was stoked with the air baguette with wagyu beef and pickled garlic.

My friend Rachel over at Around The World in 365 Cheeses had raved about Burrata – the “poor man’s mozzarella” – so when I saw a smoked version on the menu I had to try it, but it was a bit too sloppy for my taste. I’m funny about texture.

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The salt cod fritters were scrummy, as was the beef cheek in pedro ximenez. But I always forget I’m not a rock oyster girl – pacific all the way – so I didn’t adore the oysters with manzanilla jelly and compressed watermelon.

My fabulous foodie buddy Karen @VanityFair1 tweeted that I must try the almond fondant for dessert, but I was full as a goog.

However, I managed to squeeze in another glass of Spanish rose. It went down a treat, especially after two Codrals.

OK, I may have put my recovery back a bit with the rose, but I didn’t know how else I was going to keep on keeping on until 10.30pm.

Anyway, it was worth it to have a chance to chat to Husband child-free for a change. We hardly ever get any time alone together since I went back to work. It was before Christmas the last time we squeezed in a lunch a deux.

Husband might have been in a slightly better mood if he hadn’t had reversed into a (parked) motorcycle earlier in the day or exploded a glass saucepan lid into the spag bol he’d made for the Sprogs before heading out … but he managed to get past it after a few beers.

All in all a pretty fab night out.

I just wish this fricking cold would rack off.

Have you been to any yummy restaurants lately?

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