The rain’s finally come and with it. the haze has finally lifted. In the wake of bushfires elsewhere in the state, Sydney’s taken quite a hit in the air quality stakes recently. Even healthy lunged people like me have felt that twitch in their lungs. I’ve also felt the pollution on my skin as I’ve been walking outside. It’s oppressive and unpleasant. And it’s ‘only’ because of bushfires and not the consequence of vehicle exhaust fumes and factory outputs that other parts of the world have to contend with on a daily basis every day of the year.
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| Balloons and a road closure. Just for me. Not really…. All will be revealed later in the post. |
Life went on over the weekend, despite the haze.
It’s birthday party season for Master SSG and this weekend we were treated to a proper smash cake.
Not a cake you smush to find a well of lollies within but a ‘cake’ made of chocolate that you crack with a hammer to reveal lollies and more chocolate for days and days…
From the party, we took ourselves to our neighbourhood street festival (the reason for those balloons and road closures) for lunch and a sticky beak. It was perfect weather for outdoor fun and the festival did not disappoint.
There were rides and rides on camels,
a petting zoo,
a Swans meet and greet complete with a spin on the lucky wheel
and food. Lots of food.
Like these delicious babkas. I went for the cinnamon baby babka and enjoyed every decadently coated layer. Those baby babka are meant for just one, aren’t they?
There were freshly fried dumpling for lunch as well as tandoori chicken wraps with the chicken made to order.
The jacaranda added a canopy of majestic colour to the day’s entertainment.
Pizzas were being baked in outdoor pizza ovens
while the Dutch pancake griddles were getting a work out a few stalls up.
I wish I had room for a doughnut, perhaps the party could run over two days next year to give me enough afternoon and morning tea breaks over which to try all the baked goods on offer. Just putting it out there, organizing committee.
Regular businesses along the streets where the party was held were still open and very busy.
The local fancy hotel even had its own stalls offering gourmet meals, beer and wine,
There were so many pretty things to admire. These dream catchers in tasteful neutrals fluttered in the breeze while a rail of doll pendants looked like they were part of a fashion parade or the start of a ladies’ lunch.
There were nods to the iconic beach a few suburbs over on these towels.
While the beautiful print on these dresses reminded me of the gardens and flower boxes I run past in the morning.
This stall selling cupcake-sized succulents caught my eye.
You even get to take them home in a box like you would edible cupcakes.
Nothing says street party like a raspberry slushie. That brain freeze is just the ticket when it’s humid and the sun’s got some bite to it.
Can’t wait to do it all again next year!
