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Saturday, February 16th, 2008
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9:10p - sometimes things don’t always turn out how you’d planned (squish)
Nicky wanted to visit my cake store, all my gushing about it had made her curious. ‘Wow, it really is a corridor,’ she said as we squeezed our way in late Friday afternoon. She had been in the middle of a very dramatic story but was suddenly silent as she eyeballed the rows of cakes and pastries. She thought everything was beautiful and was keen for advice. She liked custard, and so I ordered a vanilla milliefeuille for her and some fruit sourdough for her mum. My own mother is ecstatic when I return home from work. ‘Oh great! My sourdough has brought my daughter home!!’ she squeals upon hearing the gate.
It had been three days since I’d last worked and a new chocolate had appeared in the window. Fat and log shaped the other countergirl didn’t know what it was. The macaroons too had changed colour – they were now this grey-purple and I hoped they were black sesame. Vanilla, she said, insisting that I try both new items, a kind of on-the-job training thing and into a Perspex bag they went.
Poor Nicky had had a bad week so the only thing to do was to push her gently in the direction of my favourite café, to pick up drinks and picnic rugs and onto the park we went. She was suitably impressed. ‘So this is what you do??’ she squeaked, like it was my occupation or something. But my heart always says cake and a little company never hurts.
It’s been a great week. I had my hair cut alfresco for the first time for free (thanks Lex!), tried this black grass jelly, got given heaps of free stuff from my different jobs and my favourite op shop was having a half price sale. I picked up this awesome circus tent of a shirt, trapeze cut with fat white, yellow and red stripes. Even though I wouldn’t wear it, the sleeve and button details were too crazy to leave behind. I’ve since realised that it’s just Nicky’s thing so I’m going to mail it to her first thing Monday. But best of all, my invoices finally got paid today (I’m a legitimately paid writer!) and so it was straight to the supermarket to stock up on blueberries and expensive yogurt and then onto buy a fat stack of CDs.
So it wasn’t so terrible when I went to retrieve my chocolate bag only to find it supremely squished, with the macaroon actually embedded in the chocolate. It still tasted the same – I figure the chocolate was milk chocolate, coffee and hazelnut. Going to check with the chef on Monday to see if I got it right. I hope there’s a prize.
I'm meeting up with this gallery person on Tuesday to talk about all things matchbox project. Which is very exciting because I think (with the help and creative genius of Shell) that I finally have a strong idea of how it's going to work in an event context. It's going to be a whole lot of fun - even if it doesn't get done at that gallery - it will be done. I think it's what they call a passion-project on Entourage...
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