First day of autumn.
Pelting rain the likes of which hasn’t been seen in Canberra in over half a century. Flooding, a bursting dam, washed-away roads, greygreysilvergrey skies.
Stress and exhaustion causing me to crawl into bed at 6pm the night before. A futile attempt at resting foiled by my brain’s refusal to let me sleep before midnight even when I’m overwrought and/or sick.
Discovering that a section of both soles of my boots have worn away. Discovering this by walking through a shallow puddle in the carpark and feeling both of my socks soak through within seconds.
Draping wet socks over the mini heater in my office and then putting them back on, toasty-toasty-warm-for-my-toes, fifteen minutes later.
Making the conscious effort to breathe through work stress, and finding that the focus group I run on Saturday (with E.Moonbeams as scribe) is one of the highlights of my week. Feeling boundless respect and gratitude for the people who drove out in the pelting rain to participate, and who made such valuable contributions.
Pelting rain not being able to forestall my Dad’s and my first Cakespedition.
When Dad suggested that we try Beaver Galleries for afternoon tea, I feared I’d be refused entry on account of the hijinks Lorraine and I got up to last time. Seeing as no bodyguards turfed me out of The Palette Café, all I can surmise is that I am the best statue-impersonator in the history of ever and they never even knew I was there. KAPOW.
I ordered a lovely creamy-nutty-frothy soy latte (photo at top of post) and an enormous piece of cranberry and pistachio biscotti almost the length of both of my hands put together. Biscotti = good. Huge biscotti = even gooderer. Huge biscotti studded with emerald pistachios = goodererest.
Dad’s pick from the cake cabinet was the Date Macadamia Tart. It was a thing of beauty, but I’d definitely recommend it for people with a serious sweet tooth. Dad and I both felt that it was, ultimately, a little too dense and heavy in its sweetness, but the first few bites were pretty great. The dates were rich and caramelly, the macadamias fresh and buttery, and the crust nicely crumbly.
There’s an element of nostalgia to Beaver Galleries’ cakes, a hearkening back to CWA-style sweet uncomplicated baking and childhood sugar-driven happiness.
Thanks, Dad, for your ongoing contributions to my happiness. Cakespedition again soon?
Question Time: What sweet treats from your childhood do you miss?