Last Thursday, three wonderful things happened:
- My brother arrived in Canberra for a week’s visit.
- My parents, brother, and I went out for dinner, just like old times. It was delicious.
- My parents, brother, and I went to a Musica Viva concert, not quite like old times. You see, unlike when we attended Musica Viva concerts 15 years ago, this time I didn’t fall asleep in the aisle after intermission.
Speaking of old times:
This is what we look like now:
The Wayfaring Chocolate family’s pre-concert dinner took place at Delhi 6, which was conveniently located a mere five minute walk from the School of Music.
My father started off with a Mango Lassi, which was less hyperactively-coloured in reality. In reality, it was also delicious; not too sweet, thick and creamy, true in its mango flavour and perhaps, just perhaps, heightened by a little strawberry puree flavour.
My mother opted for the Chicken Biryani, which led to us retelling the story of when she and I were in Mauritius and stalked by a bus driver who wanted us to come to his place to eat his wife’s biryani (I should tell you that tale properly sometime). The flavour of the biryani was lovely.
I’m adamant, however, that my dish was the pick of the night. I ordered the unexciting-sounding Lemon Pumpkin curry, but by bing golly gosh! Unexciting is the last term I’d use for it. Zingy with lemon and mustard seeds, the sweet butternut pumpkin had been simmered with complex spices, whole chillies, and bay leaves until it was one of the tastiest curries I’ve ever had.
Almost as exciting, however, was the side dish I ordered, comprised of That Which Is Worth [Almost] More Than Gold.
You know what I’m talking about. Bananas.
I haven’t had a banana in almost a year. At $3.50 a pop, I simply haven’t been able to justify it. But offer me a side dish of banana tossed with coconut, sliced almonds, and rose syrup, and I can’t not justify it.
After happily filling our bellies with delicious Indian food and our souls with stories and laughter, my family and I went to see Steven Hough perform a selection of sonatas. (Kath, the following is for you.) We heard Beethoven’s Sonata No 14 in C sharp minor (which many of you would know as Moonlight Sonata), Scriabin’s Sonata No 4 and No 5, both in F sharp major, and Liszt’s Sonata in B minor (all 32 minutes of it).
We also had the honour of hearing one of Hough’s own compositions, created specifically for this Musica Viva series. Because I am very, very, very mature, right before Hough began playing his Sonata for Piano (Broken Branches), I noticed that the program listed all sixteen sections of this Sonata.
“Hey, E.Teacherlord,” I whispered. “At the same time as me, close your eyes and jab your finger at the program. The sections we end up pointing to have to be the names of each of our first-born children, okay? Okay?”
And that, my dear readers, is why my brother’s first-born child is going to be called VOLANDO! and mine will be called NON CREDO!
They’re definitely not going to get made fun of in the playground at all.
Question Time: Do you like going to classical music concerts? And how much do you want to steal the name Volando for your own hypothetical child right now?