My thoughts on having a leisure brekkie with friends:

“It was, indeed, the most beautiful stew in the world, being made of partridges and pheasants and chickens and hares and rabbits and peahens and guinea-fowls and one or two other things. Toad took the plate on his lap, almost crying, and stuffed and stuffed and stuffed…..He thought that he had never eaten so good a breakfast in all his life.” Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame, 1908

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Published in: on February 5, 2011 at 8:07 am  Leave a Comment  

Blueberry Hill

Hello everybody!

Im slightly overdosed with sugar (christmas time means loads of chocs, lollies and cake at work) and I have a day off tomorrow…totally Yeay for me :).

So speaking about food, Melbourne is the place to be when it comes to eating out (the other two might want to disagree with me on this!) but you can always find a fabulous cafe/restaurant/hole-in-the-wall no matter what your budget is. Fancy a cheap, filling utterly exotic place of something? You can find that here…or does a 100 dollar appetizer is what you’re after? Melbourne can cater that for you as well :).

I love eating out – it means I get to break out a nice pair of shoes, dress up/ down (depending on my mood or where am I going…thankfully no one takes dress codes very seriously here so I have found myself wearing jeans n casual tops in a restaurant full of women wearing LBDs and men in suits) and time to socialize with friends..or not if you just want to have time with yourself. I go out for dinner with friends loads but if I was given the chance to choose or it was my turn to pick when to go for a nice meal with friends – I always aim to go out for brekkie.

I admit lots of people are not keen to meet up for breakfast. I’m an early riser so morning times are good for me but then most places serve breakfast until 12pm or even 3pm! I like the fact that I can rock up to a cafe/ restaurant and have a freshly brewed cup of latte (I take my coffee very seriously), a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice (I prefer a glass of fresh grapefruit juice), baked eggs with dukkah/ freshly grilled sardines/ blossom-water vanilla french toast ( don’t they all sound so exotic?) and some nice conversation with friends or reading the latest news on your iPad? Haha.

Of course after such a filling brekkie you have the whole day -outside- to do something 🙂

The whole world feels at ease when you lean back in your chair, the warm morning sun in the sky and you’re enjoying your second cup of latte.

Neat 🙂


the wanna-be melbournian  (how long do you have to live in Melbourne before you can call yourself a  real “melbournian?”) foodie meddie

Published in: on December 22, 2010 at 1:19 am  Comments (1)  

Stairway To Heaven*

Dear Proust,

Thank you for making me have inappropriate feelings towards madeleines (cakes, not a person).

She sent for one of those squat plump little cakes called “petites madeleines,” which look as though they had been molded in the fluted valve of a scallop shell … I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran through me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that was happening to me. An exquisite pleasure invaded my senses …

And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray … when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Leonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane …. and the whole of Combray and its surroundings, taking shape and solidity, sprang into being, town and garden alike, from my cup of tea..

Remembrance of Things Past, Volume 1: Swann’s Way.

My friends always try not to look embarrassed when I bite into one of these cakes when eating out (that just sounds so wrong doesn’t it?).

If you are as intrigued or as in love with madeleines like I am and like me,  reading Proust is a Herculean task (truthfully, reading Proust is more enjoyable to the senses than reading William S Burroughs’ Naked Lunch): check out this fantastic article re: how much did Proust know about madeleines?

As my poor throat is only accepting clear liquids and with a somewhat no taste buds, I won’t be eating any madeleines anytime soon 😦


the unwell one with what appears to have a mini scallop-shelled cake fetish.

*I think it’s a rather appropriate title, don’t you?


I just read the whole entry again -that was me writing with several..err…some…err…the prescribed amount of paracetamol and aspirin, imagine my writings if I was on “stronger stuff”? I’d be like Burroughs!- and the whole thing sounds wrong..hahahaha..please get your mind out of the gutter, people!!!

Published in: on December 18, 2010 at 1:17 am  Leave a Comment