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The weekend was spent looking like this. Because it was fucking freezing. Again. Windy and cold. Have I mentioned that I hate the wind? Because I do. Thankfully my new scarf from Tilly was wrapped around me. Reduced from $200 to $30 – that will warm the cockles of any one’s heart.
Saturday morning we drove up to Sydney to spend the night with family. Because when you are alone for ANOTHER weekend, it’s best to be around people that love you. And care for you. And will cook for you. And entertain your kids. We stopped off at Bondi to take in the Festival of the Winds. I suppose that’s something good about the wind. The girls were beside themselves. Kites! Beach! Sunshine! WARM WEATHER!
Woollen tights were stripped off immediately.
We then went to Rob’s cousin’s place for a sleepover. The sun was shining, the kids had a ball, and I got to hang out and drink wine and receive notes like this one. Is there anything better than twirly fonts?
I had another man cook for me (Friday night I had Neighbor’s husband whip us up some lamb). This time it was duck risotto. DEAR LORD it was delicious. Washed down with a Sancerre and an early night – it was perfection.
There was a full agenda on Sunday. Two Gma’s to visit. Three houses to get to. It was exhausting.
Last stop of the day was to my little sister’s house to celebrate my beautiful Brother in law’s Birthday. As you will remember, he had a back head injury a few months ago now and while it’s been a long, slow process, he was doing well. He was back to form cooking for us all (on his birthday poor bastard) but doing what he loves to do. It was SO good to see. Poor bugger has had a terrible time and I really hope that he has turned a corner.
Prosecco was drunk. Playing was done. Puppy adoring was soaked in. The sun shone. Perfect Sunday afternoon business.
My Mother is begging myself or my sister to give her another baby so we were thrilled that there was a 3 week old belonging to someone else for her to cuddle. Can report that no clucking was done on my part. 2 weeks solo parenting is all the contraception any woman needs.
We ate this stuff. Make it if you haven’t because it is the BUSINESS.
Why hello there roast potatoes cooked in duck fat and tossed in polenta, how YOU doing? They were very good indeed I can tell you.
My Mum made a trifle. I have issues with trifles for textural/soggy cake reasons (same with triamisu) but it sure was pretty and everyone woofed it down. Bravo Susie!
Kevin Bacon was exhausted by my children. I know how you feel Kevin.
My brother in law takes the beer fridge to new levels I think you will agree?
We stuck around until late to catch up with my Brother who popped up from Melbourne as a surprise. It was good to hug him…it’s been way too long. With family love levels topped up, we hit the road way too late, got home way too late, and collapsed exhausted last night.
One more sleep to go and Rob will be home. I am BESIDE myself with excitement. And anticipation of coffee…