I have so many posts to write up for you. Two raw vegan truffle recipes, an interview with an inspiring Canberran, my conference wrap-up, two fine dining meals, the third Cadbury chocolate-inspired recipe, serious musings playing on my mind, and about four hundred and thirty seven chocolate reviews.
But, instead, I’m going to tell you about how I woke up this morning to the sound of my mobile ringing, and how the voice on the other end was my mum asking if she and dad could pop by to drop off a second-hand dining table.
About how when I opened the door an hour later, quickly pulling on my Japanese “Head goes wrong with noise” t-shirt, Mum called out “Surprise! Happy Birthday!” and Dad came in carrying a large, wide, thin box.
About how six months to the day after the worst birthday I’ve ever had, and seven weeks after I started living with no TV or furniture, my parents decided to surprise me with a brand new beautiful digital TV for my belated birthday present. (They’d clearly figured out that I was no closer to choosing a camera for them to contribute to than I had been six months ago.)
About how I didn’t at first realise that this TV had digital channels, and how when Mum explained that I would, in fact, have access to 5pm reruns of Ellen and sporadic reruns of Buffy, I danced around the room.
About how wonderful it is to have a friend like Liz for whom I can make homemade nut butters on her 30th birthday, because I know she’ll appreciate them.
About how glad I was that I didn’t eat all the Maple Vanilla Almond Butter myself because, when I gave it to Liz at her party, she immediately ate a spoonful and then spent the rest of the night introducing me to everyone as “Hannah who made me the most amazing Maple Vanilla Almond Nut Butter and Dark Chocolate Coconut Butter”. Well, except for the time she introduced me as “Hannah who doesn’t know anyone at the party” and thereby made me sound like a No-Friends Nigel, but I forgive her because she wants me to join her in Melbourne.
About how Mum and I had a giggle fit when she wouldn’t let me cover the nut butter jars in ridiculous stickers, and about how we finally compromised on one dinosaur sticker, because my inner four-year-old told me to.
About how happy I was to spend the beginning of the party in the kitchen, preparing and baking pesto delights, and how I offered them to everyone at the party with “would you like some pesto pastry scrolly thingamabobbies?”
About how I saw a complete and perfect double rainbow.
Question Time: What’s your “about how” from today?