I suddenly find my (deeply hidden) internal stores of fortitude and calm with which to face the dramas that inevitably arise on a day that you’re meant to be tidying up loose ends rather than creating them. It’s amazing how easy it is to molehill the mountains when you’re just about to jet off to Singapore and KL for a week or so of family, food and shopping.
Eerily would be the adverb of choice to describe the calmness of my wait in the minor traffic jam that greeted the entrance to the work carpark this morning. The car park’s got a new owner and sadly, despite what they’re charging, they’re not exactly a Westfield level of expert in the fair and efficient management of a multi storey car park. It’s an ongoing saga which I suspect will still be unresolved when I return from my break.
Kitchen activity in the days leading up to abandoning the house for a bit is more about using up things than the usual stocking up for all possible eventualities that’s my more usual style. I made a raita with some leftover yogurt in its actual pot. Quelle horreur. Don’t know why that phrase popped up in my head in French at that precise moment. Though there is a Goyard on Orchard Road and its a mere 800 metres from the hotel….
Anyway. Back to the kitchen. I served the raita over a rather random combination of beef sausage, cous cous and roasted vegetables. It worked rather well, actually. And of course I couldn’t resist adding a splash of ketchup over the top (after taking the Instagram worthy image of it, of course).
In case we all get a bit homesick for Sydney next week as I live blog our adventures from the hotel or by the pool (dream big, SSG mother of a threenager, Dream Big), here’s the latest from my little corner of the place.
Bondi Junction has its very own McCafe and while it’s not nearly as hip as the one at work, it’s nearly there. It looks like a giant Etsy-ed bird cage with wooden panels and bits of powder coated black steel framing the familiar Maccas cash points and the menu boards above the counter. Sorry I couldn’t furnish you with more details about the decor, Toddler SSG (the blur in the orange polo) was eager to get to the counter to claim his order of one soft serve and two boxes of cookies. That’s what you get when you order through a machine, not enough soft serve and too many cookies…
And we’re getting our very own Cryo boutique. For the Whole (and I assume – human) Body. I’m not one to publicly knock a scientific theory I haven’t read the evidence regarding so I’ll keep my opinions to myself. But I do wonder if they’d consider lending out the cryo machine to people who want to freeze things like food rather than body parts. I was thinking specifically of fresh berries and leftover portions of expensive herbs and other things that you don’t want to go to waste.
I’ll take one for the team, readers. I’m going to drop by when they open and ask…..
Have a good one!