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in the longstanding tradition of homemade bittersweet sundaes in the last hours before she gets on a plane, we put on a modest display of ice cream, chocolate sauce, crushed walnuts, raspberries and a cherry on top. the photo was taken by nellie, because i was quivering with so much anticipation that my pictures were all out of focus.

at the airport, in defiance, we flaunted our frosty starbucks beverages before the boy, whose opinion is of the “damn american multinationals who think they can show the world how to make coffee” variety. “that’s why we’re not getting the coffee,” we had retorted, before flouncing off in the direction of the neon mermaid via the krispy kreme stall. so now we had a grande green tea frappacino, and a tall strawberries and cream frappacino — in fact nellie had ordered the new neopolitan frap, but the exhuberantly gay counter boy was far too busy being camp to put the chocolate and vanilla in, feh — and a small box of sour cream doughnuts and pumpkin spice doughnuts, for later.

two weeks ago when i made the doughnut dash while waiting for nellie to come through immigration, the featured-doughnut tray was bare, and i had been waiting weeks to try the special festive offering. “you don’t have the pumpkin spice doughnuts?” i asked. “um, not today,” said the counter girl. i was so surprised and disappointed that i could not get my question out: “why would you not have the featured doughnut!?” and then she said, “we usually have them, but somehow they didn’t show up today.” i was so surprised and disappointed that i could not get my question out: “what!? you don’t bake them here!?” and then she said, “oh, you like them?” and i had to express my disappointment at never having tried them, and my surprise that they hadn’t shown up today, and my disappointment at not getting to try them once again.

anyway.

we sat and watched some planes and then nellie held the baby for one last time, bopped her on the head and called out “babboo-babboo” before disappearing past the sliding doors with the last of the strawberries and cream frappacino. there was no extended bowing and waving today; there was a hungry baby to feed.

posted by ragingyoghurt on 5 January 2005 at 11:50 am

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happy new year breakfast.

xmas came early, on the twenty-second, with the arrival of nellie, who in a fit of human endurance, rode the terrible air canada route between new york and sydney via vancouver and honolulu. as if that weren’t enough, she arrived bearing gifts: the new satrapi (which in its original french is already the old satrapi), a just-read-on-the-plane sedaris, the bumper hardcover compendium of american elf (which is so bumper that its 500 pages have wrenched themselves from the binding), and an assortment of condiments including beets and cherry jam (according to the flowery italian label, 170% fruit content).

with the baby and the copious end-of-year meat consumption worked into the routine, everything fell into place. post-christmas we took it as far as the rock, on a road trip into those parts of the brown country where it’s normal for a day to be 36°. squatting in the boy’s grandmother’s retirement flat, we kickstarted each morning with a breakfast made up of any combination of bacon and sausage and egg and beans and white toast, or all at once. and then ended each day at the old family home with the kitchen table a smorgasbord of barnyard meats and an assortment of coleslaws.

along the way was young, cherry capital of australia, where the best meal was not the cherry pie — pastry all sodden and doughy — in the tearoom of a reknowned jam factory, but the $7.95 roast lamb special at the young services club, with help-yourself, all-you-can-eat hot vegetable and salad bar; the lamb was moist, tender and gravied, the hot vegetables included corn on the cob, and one of the salads was whole pickled beetroot. nor did the town yield the best cherries of the trip; these came from a fruitshop in a mall in wagga wagga, and for a whole cent cheaper per kilo.

incidentally, the cheesymite scrolls at the wagga baker’s delight are at least twice the size of the ones from the surry hills bakers delight, and the custard scrolls much more custardy. which makes one think that wagga is where it all happens. whoulda thunk?

posted by ragingyoghurt on 4 January 2005 at 6:22 pm

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