I love days where everyone just mooches around together like summer camp. No real plans but nobody really wants to go their own way for long. It starts with breakfast for 10 in the big kitchen..3 copies of the Saturday paper.. some wandering in and out to garage sales and voting. Cycling down to the velodrome for some strange performance art and slapdash picnic. Back home for a little rest. Sammy comes over because she's lonely at home after an hour's separation. Over to the ranch for board games, beer, whisky, gorgonzola arancini, pesto. Then crepes with ice cream and a surviving jar of feijoa jam that never quite set.
So yeah, I'm concentrating on refining my breakfast cooking at the moment. Last weekend was french toast with a loaf of Challah (egg bread) I bought specially on Thursday at the best Russian bakery in Melbourne. French toast with stale Challah is the best. Thick slices. Some browned bananas. Maple syrup. It was quite the luxury breakfast in these $10 banana times.
ps. Blogging seems hard lately. I'm not sure why. Practical issues of internet time and all, sure but something else hard to put my finger on. I might keep trying but I'm not sure.
Friday, December 01, 2006
summer camp breakfast
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3 comments:
Oh, yes, challah french toast is the best. I always felt pity for those friends whose only experience was french toast made with white bread. This post was so fun--wish I could be sitting around your kitchen table eating breakfast! Please post pix of the butch aprons when they happen...I may have to order one for my gal...
you'd better keep trying because how else would i know what's happening what with how we never see each other these days. i love yo uand i loved lazy saturday i think that the key is the people. you made even bad velodrome art good. i have faith in summer.
funny you should say that because i was in esther's yr 8 science class and can remember us sniggering over that very thing. of course we weren't really on speaking terms in those days. but still, fond memories...
not an old and boring joke, more like a reconditioned yet charmingly retro joke.
xxnell
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