Look at my pretty apron - vintage Australian wine bottle labels on Polish linen:
I feel the need to take up baking again.
On Friday a large group of us went to Encasa for a birthday party. I had been drooling over the menu all day, and it wasn't until we got there that I found out we would be eating from the set banquet menu. That news nearly broke my heart, seriously. Luckily I wasn't actually able to eat most of the banquet dishes (onion allergy FTW!) so the lovely waiter agreed to bring me a steak with a cream and prawn sauce.
It was divine and I positively swooned. A tender, juicy steak, plump prawns, creamy garlic-y sauce and little bits of fried potato - I would marry this dish if I could. I'm sure David wouldn't object. And I shall be having this dish again. Divine.
Mr Puss works that blanket like a champ:
On Saturday we watched the All Blacks lose to France. After the inevitable wailing, rending and gnashing it was all a bit of a relief, really. For the past few years the AB's really haven't played well yet they still keep managing to win (except for that debacle of a World Cup, obviously). And because they've kept winning they haven't really addressed some of the basic problems (cough*coaching staff*cough). Hopefully a home loss to an NH team will force some changes, and hopefully we haven't left it too late for the 2011 World Cup (oh please oh please).
On Sunday night we went to see the Fire Water presentation, which was a huge disappointment. Despite watching from the Opera House as suggested we couldn't see very much, and what we saw didn't look that exciting. We debated hanging around for a later session but couldn't really be bothered.
The lighting effects around the Harbour were fun - particularly on the Opera House - and while we took about 957 kajillion photos none of them really came out. This photo of the Harbour Bridge isn't too bad:
Actually that photo looks a hell of a lot better if you click and enlarge it, otherwise my apron looks three times the size of the Harbour Bridge. Strange.
David and I were reading in the paper the other day that Sydney is not regarded as a pretty city, but that's just such bullshit. Any city that has the harbour and the Rocks area (not to mention Hyde Park, Manly, Darling Harbour, I could go on) is a very pretty city indeed.