What a fortnight! I have loved the past two weeks SO much. Even missing a blog post was okay, because I have been so happy. In fact, I also missed my knitting group, two Zumba classes, a writers' group AND I rescheduled a ballet class just because I was having so much fun already and didn't want to leave the party. It has been holiday time here, which, in a nutshell, has meant:
- seeing dolphins!
- eating a deconstructed beef wellington (whilst watching dolphins!)
- realising that Australians have a very different idea of 'off-road' driving (4WD essential)
- visiting new coffee shops and bakeries at home and away
- not cooking very much at all (two meals in two weeks?!) but eating out A LOT
- being a tour guide for our guests (always a pleasure to explore/re-explore beautiful Australia).
Normal service has now been resumed, however, so it's time to let you know that this fortnight I have been...
...baking for four! What a joy to have more people to bake for. I may still have gone overboard, with
- three types of bun: vanilla, chocolate chip and sultana
- ANZAC biscuits: regular and chocolate
- iced lemon loaf cakes (yes, plural).
I was in a bit of a baking frenzy, even making a loaf cake to take away with us to a cabin in the Lakes. I didn't take many pictures as it was more about getting things baked (and eaten), but here is the most recent lemon cake for your visual delectation, both pre-iced and post-sliced:
Reports that the final piece of cake was photographed ten minutes ago and eaten immediately afterwards are unconfirmed.
Had my first major-ish baking disaster last week, too. Now, thankfully, the baked goods were unharmed, but in my hurry to get the second batch of buns in (so that I could go to the beach) I pushed the first tin to the other side of the oven. Without remembering to use an oven glove. My finger hurt a lot. Being a very sensible person, I already knew the drill, so finger went under cold running water whilst I checked the severity online. It was quite bad, so I called Health Direct and an awesome nurse gave me instructions over the phone, which mostly involved a lot more cold water for a very long time, a dressing and advice for the next two weeks. This was about two weeks ago and, whilst I have little feeling in that part of my fingertip now, my fingerprint does appear to be returning and only I would notice the difference in colour. Be careful when baking, won't you - it's such a homely and loving act that sometimes you forget the hot temperature element of it.
...unknitting more than knitting.
It seems that my second anklewarmer (which was supposed to be a breeze) is taking me twice as long as the first (despite the fact that I had never knitted before then). My super-optimistic outlook means this is not fazing me in the slightest and I have found I am getting pretty good at unknitting.
Here's the first anklewarmer
I have also decided it makes a good boot cuff
It's 27 degrees Celsius today, so I probably don't need anklewarmers or knee boots just yet. Cute first project, though.
...choosing new books. A thank-you gift from our wonderful guests, I had no hesitation in selecting Arianna Huffington's Thrive (see previous post for gushing Huffington Love)
and Elizabeth Gilbert's The Signature of All Things.
I also spontaneously picked up a photography book for inspiration.
...developing thigh muscles visible to the naked eye. Yes, the ballet continues, as does my progress. It is still an hour of pain but I am definitely smiling more often now. This is how I define progress.
Any other business:
- hula hooping around (is there any other way to hula hoop? Can hardly believe I haven't yet blogged re the delights of hooping - I will)
- lots more writing. This is extremely enjoyable and, although it can definitely feel like (and is) work, it is still my dream career and I know I am lucky to be able to call it work!
- continuing the 'other' crochet blanket. That thing is getting so heavy now - I hope I don't ignore it until winter but it's very much looking that way.
I have a feeling there is something else to report, but it's not coming to mind. There's always next week.