I know, it sounds like a tantrum. But it’s not.
It’s the most divine creation by Three Williams Cafe in Redfern. I was in oral heaven as I munched on one yesterday.
It was almost as good as the company – I finally reunited with my former workmate/twin, Lana Hirschowitz from The Sharpest Pencil, after too long apart. The last time we met, Charlie was just a wee, fluffy thing …
We didn’t stop yabbering for 90 straight minutes. The waitress could barely get a word in to ask which narnie I wanted. I went for the beef brisket, slaw, pickles and chipotle mayo. Mmmmmmmm.
In fact, yesterday was a good day for weird-but-good food generally.
For dinner I headed to Radio Cairo with the kids for Husband’s 47th birthday.
I know. But, as Diane Keaton told John Cusack in Bullets Over Broadway … “No, no, don’t speak. Don’t speak.”
We had the limpopo crocodile wings (chicken wings in disguise) and octopus curry and piri piri prawns.
To top it all off, it wasn’t just my tastebuds that were sated yesterday – my in-laws sent a belated birthday card with a Witchery gift certificate in it … Wasn’t that lovely? So I bought myself some silky cargo pants to celebrate being down to size 12 again, plus a studded creamy floaty singlet top.
Very chuffed with them, I am. Though if I keep eating so much gorgeous food …
What’s the yummiest thing you’ve eaten lately?
Song of the day: “Heart’s A Mess”, Gotye
PS And then, in moment of melancholy, I tried to investigate eHarmony to check what my options were looking like. It rejected me because I am separated but not divorced. Well that’s a loooooong way off due to finicky government requirements. So then I checked out RSVP and it offered up people who’d given themselves names like “Red Ducati” and “Man with patch seeks something soothing for good eye”. Fark me drunk … no … don’t even fark me then.