One of the best things about having a birthday is getting new cookbooks to play with. This year, I got two from The Runner- he was definitely trying to drop a hint or two because both are quite health conscious. I’m not complaining- but he was definitely trying to send a message.
I was super lucky last week and got to have two of the best meals ever. Well, it was my birthday which is always my favorite time of year, mainly because it’s great to get close friends in the same room at the same time. This year’s birthday lunch was at ACME. It was wonderful, 15 of my closest girlfriends and I enjoying a delicious meal together. As I’ve mentioned before ACME is a fantastic Sydney restaurant and I highly recommend it if you’re in town.
However, as wonderful as my birthday lunch was, the highlight was my birthday dinner. It wasn’t just a highlight of my birthday, it was probably the highlight of my year (or even decade of food). It crossed off a major tick on my Foodie Bucket List and was one of the best meals I’ve ever eaten. As it should be—we went to Sepia- and had all 12 courses- with matching wines.
Do you ever get the feeling that time has somehow slipped into overdrive and that each week is actually going even faster than the one before? I do. That’s the feeling I have right now.
I can’t believe how quickly time has passing and that it’s already April!
My plan to blog weekly with updates on what we’ve been cooking and eating, well frankly, it’s fallen a bit behind. 2 weeks behind to be exact. We’ve had a lot of cooking adventures since then- but the time has passed in the blink of an eye!
I’ll try to summarise but so much tasty stuff has happened and I feel like I’ve conquered a few culinary mountains.
So, this week was a big week of birthday celebrations.
We kicked off the party on Friday night at a new restaurant in Surry Hills called Master. It was tasty, trendy, and very unconventional. As with most fancy restaurants these days, it was all share plates- which is nice for dinner for two, but can be a downer in a group. Luckily, it was just The Runner and I. We had quite a few different dishes- most were delicious and totally off the wall. Continue reading
Happy birthday to my amazing mother! I know it’s quite cliche to think your mother is amazing and I know I’m super biased but my mother actually is amazing.
She’s an inspiration to me and has been to others as well. She taught me so much about cooking, entertaining and life in general and made me the person I am today. She is the only other person I know who would plan a dinner party for their own birthday where they do most of the cooking.
When I was 8 and made her a macaroni necklace for Mother’s Day she pretended she loved it as much as anything I could have bought from the store- I was housebound with chicken pox and couldn’t get her a real present. I don’t think she actually wore it but hopefully she didn’t cook it either!
She knows what knife to use with what cheese and can still do a debutante bow. She and her classmates went on a hunger strike in college as a protest and always made sure I wrote thank you notes. She cancelled a meeting at the White House to give birth to me. She knows exactly what to say when I call her crying even today and can comfort me even 10,000 miles away. She’s been a huge help wedding planning even though we don’t always agree- she’s almost always right but there’s no way I’ll admit that to her face. In short, she’s the perfect mom and every year I appreciate her more and more.
Happy birthday mom! I hope your day is as special as you are, I love you!
So, I’m 33 now, I’ve been 33 for a whole 33 hours nearly- well less really if you take into account time zones and things like that, but either way you slice it, it’s happened. In my mind, I’m officially a grown up age.
32 was always the age of no return for me- my parents were both 32 when I was born so I’ve always felt it was the age when I would be a grown up, the age where I would be a “fully formed adult”. Well, I was right in a lot of ways, 32 was a big year and the year I grew up a lot and experienced grief and loss and uncertainty and I guess all of those things I suppose makes you into an adult no matter when you experience them whether its 18, 25, 32 or 42.
But here I am, 33, the morning after the night before if you will. 33 will be a good year, a banner year. I already know this even though I don’t know all of what it has in store.
My actual 33rd birthday was quite good- I tried on my first wedding dress, quite a magical moment in the wedding planning process. I did my best “Say Yes to the Dress” impersonation, “this is NOT my dress”- I could barely stand up under layers of fluff- ick! The Runner and I had dinner at Chiswick in Woollahra and I had my first Bombe Alaska- yum!!!!!! It might not be a dessert you can order on an airplane but it was yum! I was given a cupcake at work, missed out on Ben and Jerry’s Free Cone Day but I’ve managed to pick up a cold/flu. Much like life, my day was full of ups and downs.
I’m not complaining, I’m 33 and grown up enough to take the good with the bad! Here’s to a good year and thanks for all the birthday wishes!