If Every Day Was a Holiday

Just Chillin' Like a Villain

Just Chillin’ Like a Villain

If every day was a holiday I’d wake up to the sounds of birds singing. I’d slowly roll out of bed, wander into the kitchen then grind up some freshly roasted award winning single origin organic coffee beans. I’d pop those bad boys in a stylish coffee percolator and allow the delicious aroma to wake me up another notch. With the divine brew heating up the perfect hand-warming mug, I’d sit out on the back verandah, gazing at the sun rising over the explosion of flowers in the garden, and welcome in the new day.

If every day was a holiday I’d try new and unusual foods like German Presswurst, Russian garlic, warrigal greens, bush asparagus, wombat berries and bush celery. I’d give it a red hot go, even if it might destroy a mouthful of tastebuds.


Octopods to the Rescue!

Octopods to the Rescue!

If every day was a holiday I’d build things I’ve never built before like an octopod for beans to grow up, flexing their tendrils, reaching for the sky. I’d build a barbecue for the best sausage sizzle in town. You know the one I’m talking about: the one where the tastiest sausages explode as you bite into them, dripping sizzling fat down your chin. Pleasure and pain in just one bite.

6pm and only 8,000 pieces to go!

6pm and only 8,000 pieces to go!

If every day was a holiday I’d have big girls’ days out, and buy lip gloss and pat dinosaurs and eat Old Mac Dac Donald’s for lunch. I’d ride (fake) horses, and Sega Rally and shoot animated wildebeest. I’d have my first Sex on the Beach and watch back to back episodes of Naked and Afraid, thankful I’m clothed and safe.

If every day was a holiday I’d learn new things, like post-bloom pig face flowers taste like salty strawberries; like drawing requires a change of perception, and we can all do it – easily; like I can make really good Mojitos and scones (on separate occasions); like there’s an island in the Bellinger river that’s home to a population of flying foxes.

And because every day is a holiday, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks. And why I’ve been slacking off on the blog. But it’s a brand new day, the sun is shining over the explosion of flowers in the garden, the birds are singing, the coffee tastes amazing and I thought that you should know. And even though some days aren’t holidays, there’s always sunshine (even if it’s in hiding), there’s always flowers and birdsong. And if you’re going to have an addiction, Amelia Franklin’s specialty fair-trade organic coffee from Bellingen is my addiction of choice.

I hope you’re having a really fantastic day. Make it a holiday. Any way you can!

Speed Dating with Sourdough

I’ve been mulling over what story to tell you these past few days. Alas, there hasn’t been a great deal of excitement unfolding this week. I guess I could have written about my adventure to the dentist on Tuesday afternoon. But there was really nothing to tell. No holes. No drilling. No root canals. Just cleaning, flossing and a ghastly banana flavoured fluoride treatment. I could have written about a networking event I went to last night but again, nothing over-the-top-exciting to note. Nice people. Nice wine. Nice food – just not enough of it!

Open Up & Say Aahhh!!!


But today brings a spot of excitement. Speed dating strikes again!

Have you ever been speed dating? I have. It’s a scream! Throw together a bunch of people. Mix gently with “free-flowing champagne”. Maybe add a dash of trivia, or if that’s not to your taste, perhaps try a splash of wine appreciation knowledge, or a pinch of foodie flavouring. If you’re watching your waistline, perhaps some fit and healthy speed dating will have you running back for more. Stir the participants around the table every eight minutes and watch the steam rise. Unless of course everyone works in IT and then the whole thing may fall flat.

Your 8 Minutes Start NOW!

Your 8 Minutes Start NOW!

If your speed dating recipe is successful you may find that it leads to a delicious amuse bouche; a fine entree into some rather hot dates. Or perhaps a spicy slow-cooked relationship may develop. Should a break-up occur, however, have no fear! It doesn’t mean you have to start your dating from scratch again. Just get right back into your apron and whip up another opportunity to improve your recipe. Or simply have another taste test!

I have my knife and fork at the ready for a night of Food & Wine Lovers Speed Dating. Oh. My. God. Food AND Wine? AND Lovers? Sounds like the ultimate combination for a chilly Sydney Thursday evening. I hope I find some tasty morsels to review in my 10-course dating degustation.

Right, it’s 8 minutes until round 1. Brace yourself, I’m heading in. Pray I don’t get burned!