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Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
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8:59a - nothing says homecoming quite like pie
It rained the day Carla and Geoff came home, which was great cos I had my heart set on making a wholemeal peach and apple pie for dessert.
I woke up at 6am in preparation. There was much to do this day before the pie baking even begun, starting with the dreaded room cleaning. A couple years worth of not putting things away (at all) and a genetic tendency towards hoarding really builds up. In the process of going through the junk shoved under my bed I realised that I was in grave danger of keeping every single birthday card I have ever received and every school note ever written. In 4Mc handwriting and with a fresh pen-licence I found a note that read 'Pedro Alvares Cabrul is credited as being the first European to reach Brazil in the year_____'
Four hours, six garbage bags and packing boxes later I could see the floor again and what a relief. As I returned a few books to Carla's room I spied this on her bed, lying on top of her now redundant wedding dress. So funny even if it is 'To Kill A Mocking Bird'.
Ironically I rushed off like a mad woman so I could get to work early enough to try out the new tea lounge I had spied the day before. I even ran for the bus. And boy was it worth it. A girl with a bright pink hibiscus in her hair greeted me enthusiastically as I eyeballed the piles of macaroons and tiny cakes in the display cabinet. Proof that there is such thing as too much cake, I settled on a tasting plate of sandwiches and a pot of tea. It absolutely beat the pants off the usual Starbucks coffee to go. Sinking into an oversized red velvet lounge chair, my chin nearly hit the table and I got this Alice in Wonderland feeling. It was great. The only anomaly was the tiny beaker of milk that arrived with my teapot. It was very cute but it made me think of Year 10 Science, definitely not in a good way. Still, I think I have a new favourite local cafe (actually I've never had one of these before) and writing spot.
And so I left the dim den-like setting for the bright lights of Sportsgirl, where the music is loud and the clothes change every 4-6 weeks. What once was Frocktober is now apparently Foho and we've traded fuschia silk dresses for burnt orange and indigo cotton smocks and leather headbands.
I couldn't wait to get home and start cooking dinner for the family and newlyweds. As loyal as I am to a Bills cookbook, my 'Apples for Jam' book is on a roll at the moment. So there was a pancetta covered meatloaf surrounded by a riot of rosemary and sage flavoured vegies. And in between courses, Carla loaded her photos onto the computer and we all gathered round for a wedding and honeymoon slide-show. It was really not as boring as it sounds, my sister takes hilarious photographs.
And then there was pie.
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