For Part One and its Som Tum, Plastic Nipples, and Fried Banana Fun, click here!
Those of you who read Helen’s evocative and gorgeous blog, Grab Your Fork, likely know that the blogger herself is a bit of a ninja. A stealth-machine. Unlike some people I might mention, she doesn’t post photos of herself cavorting around museum gardens or trying on second-hand clothes in changing rooms.
Instead, she keeps her identity a bit of a secret. And judging by her recent wonderful achievements, this secret identity path has paid off for her fantastically well (Helen, I’m so proud of you!).
However, I’m here to tell you something about Helen that not many people know. (I hope she doesn’t rescind her standing invitation for me to stay at her place whenever I visit Sydney after this.)
Are you ready? Here goes:
Helen has magical shampoo.
And now, the continuation of our Sydney dinner-and-dessert-mostly-dessert extravaganza…
After Helen, Suze and I finished our fried sticky rice bananas and practical joke dumplings at Home Thai, and after we’d spent fifteen minutes standing outside Home Thai watching its chefs fry puffy dough sticks of delight with a calming rhythm, we continued on our dessert extravaganza path.
Following the yellow dessert road led us to Azuma Cafe, known for its frozen yoghurt and chiffon cakes. Above is a photo of the inside of the cafe, which I’ve decided is what I want my future home to look like. I live for the day I can walk in the door after work and see upside-down cakes hanging from the ceiling.
At Azuma, we ran into three other food bloggers, and this is where our dessert extravaganza train became slightly derailed. Instead of gobbling up our sugary delights and heading back into the night, we instead spent an hour or so laughing hysterically over anything and everything.
Don’t believe me?
The brilliant thing about being part of a group of food bloggers is that, even when some of you have already had two desserts and others arrive with frozen yoghurt in their hands, somehow your table ends up looking like this anyway:
Clockwise from top left, we have Black Sesame, Earl Grey, Cheese, and Cinnamon Chiffon Cakes. Having never had Chiffon Cake before, I was incredibly excited to dig my fork into these creations. I wasn’t disappointed. Light, airy, and sweet, each flavour appealed in a different way, but I have to say that Helen’s and my pick of cinnamon was the clear winner.
The Black Sesame was rather faint in flavour, the Earl Grey was nice if you like that sort of thing, and the Cheese was, well, not very cheesy. The Cinnamon, however, was pure, pure class.
But you didn’t think I’d stop at just cake, did you? Oh no. This girl also ordered frozen yoghurt to share with Helen, and while the latter maintained an air of decorum, I achieved great glee via dipping forkfuls of cake straight into the froyo. Best.
Eventually, however, came the time for we food bloggers to part ways. While four out of the six were headed home to bed, Helen and I instead chose to squeeze in one final dessert (or so we thought).
At Meet Fresh, a late-night Taiwanese dessert cafe, Helen stood patiently amongst the crowd in the store while I bopped around like a kid on Christmas Eve, impatiently sending the dessert maestros mental encouragement to Give Me My Dessert Now Now Now.
We ordered the Signature Herbal Dessert, which was crushed ice topped with grass jelly and sweet potato and taro dumplings.
Readers, I married this. (In my heart.) Helen and I ate our jelly and dumplings while waiting for the train back to her place, and I’d here like to thank Helen for allowing me the lion’s share. The dumplings were pleasantly chewy and the grass jelly was scrumptious – not too sweet, and in fact a little blackstrap molasses-y to my tastes.
What is it with photos of me with crazy hands?
When I scraped the last spoon of jelly from the tub, I sighed sadly, then got on the train.
But was the dessert-fest over? Oh no. It was not. On the twenty-minute train ride, I handed Helen a thank-you gift for her generosity in offering me a bed for the night. I made her a batch of raw vegan cookie dough truffles, and all but demanded she (we) try one immediately.
She didn’t hate it.
But was the dessert-fest over? Oh no. It was not. Because when we arrived at Helen’s place around 11pm, I discovered that along with magical shampoo, the lady has Reese’s Puffs cereal in her cupboard.
And then I had another bowl.
It was a very good night.
Helen, thank you for the wonderful, albeit brief, food extravaganza. I can’t wait to return and do it all again.
Make sure you check out Helen’s post about our Sydney Extravaganza! Her photos are over thirty eight million times better than mine, as are her descriptions of the food. That lady knows her deliciousness.