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March 2012

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Dandenong World Fare

March 19, 2012 | Leave a Comment

Sometimes I am dragged from the comfort of my house, kicking and screaming. But other times I go of my own free will, and today was one of those days. I bundled my family (and extras) into the car, laughed as they tried to squeeze in around all the rubbish, and took them to Dandenong for the World Fare.

My plan had been to take extraordinary photos of the food, colour and culture, but after we arrived I realised I’d cleverly left my camera’s memory card sitting in my computer at home.

The girls started their outing with balloons, which is always a good way for them to start any outing. And then I didn’t hear anything they said for the rest of the day, because the weird gypsy music was quite seriously so loud that I had to leave the building on more than two occasions just to stop my brain from rattling. Loud music, fine. Loud piano accordion music, less easy to tune out.

It didn’t matter though, because Dandenong World Fare is in actuality a feast for the eyes and the tongue. Which is similar to every night at my house! In my bed! Oh yeah.

It’s funny, I feel like this font is too pretty to have those kinds of jokes written in it.

Anyway, a feast for the eyes and tongue. We sampled all kinds of world fare.

We didn’t sample these chilli, but they did look lovely in their boxes. Ten dollars per box! I nearly bought some, but then I remembered I don’t know how to do things with things.

Then we sampled some Greek desserts. I think they’re Greek. It was unclear. Also, what is that chocolate nut kebab looking thing? I wish I had sampled some of that.

This is an Argentinian chorizo roll with a kind of dressing on it. Rick understood what it was and said the name properly and everybody cheered, because he IS ARGENTINIAN. I had no chance!

Here is some fresh jerky.

Which leads me to my segue about how this WOMAN is jerky because she put her arm in my photo. Tenuous, yes? She was very apologetic, in that she literally apologised to me for more than one minute.

Then Georgia’s balloon floated away to the ceiling and she looked like this for the rest of the day.

Afterward, we went to Robbo’s Pet Barn, which was also cool.

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Beautiful Things

Things for a Sunday afternoon

March 18, 2012 | Leave a Comment

L-R: 1. The Recipe Writer’s Handbook, 2. Food Photography: from snapshots to great shots, 3. Plate to Pixel, 4. Lunch in Paris, 5. Saved by Cake, 6. Will Write for Food, 7. Hide & Seek Melbourne, 7. Tea & Cake

I left Tea & Cake in a cafe after breakfast a few weeks ago. My plans to bake ‘Killer Cupcakes’ were ruined! When I returned the next day, frantic, the owner admitted she had rather thought she’d keep the beautiful book, if not only for its stunning watercolour illustrations.

These are Polish cakes from the Dandenong World Fare. I think it’s a baked cheesecake with apple, a custard tart with a chocolate meringue and baked chocolate cheesecake. Only one way to find out …

6 of Melbourne’s best breakfasts, as judged by yours truly and Miss R.

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Parenthood

‘NONE.’

March 15, 2012 | Leave a Comment

This morning, I dropped the kids off at Before School Care, as I do every morning.

After I’d signed them in and hugged them and bid them adieu, the lovely woman who runs it pulled me aside.

“I’ve been trying to decide whether to show you this,” she said, and opened a folder full of ‘profiles’ from all the students.

My favourite time of day is ‘going home’, wrote Lily. I like it when mum lets me do what I want. I smiled because she is so sassy.

But then I read Georgia’s. I like playing on the iPad. I like reading. I like talking to my mum.

And under the heading “My friends”:

NONE.

In big, angry capital letters. In red pen.

NONE.

“I was really surprised,” the BSC lady told me.

I wasn’t.

“She’s always chatting to the other kids and playing with them,” she said.

I had had the same conversation in our parent-teacher interviews two weeks prior. Georgia finds it hard to make friends, please watch out for her. I don’t want her to be lonely.

“Of course! We do lots of things with the other classes, I bet she’ll make friends.”

If you think so.

“They always make friends.”

Well that’s a relief.

So now I’m sitting at work with seven hundred pounds of guilt on my head, trying not to quit and just work in the tuckshop forever.

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