I miss Jeniqua.
I could write a thousand words on how and why I miss that wonderful lady, but I don’t want to seem like I’m not ecstatic about the adventures she’s currently having in The Overseas. (Double negative, woot!)
I’m so proud of Jeniqua for going gallivanting, and wish that I could close my eyes and wake up in a restaurant in LA, halfway through eating dessert and drinking wine with her.
I also wish I could close my eyes and wake up to find Jeniqua wrestling the work coffee machine like a pro at 11am coffee-break-time, but alas! I’ll have to settle for remembering the farewell lunch at Silo Bakery that E.Moonbeams and I treated Jeniqua to on her second last day at work instead.
Silo Bakery is a Canberra institution, and yet I’ve rarely visited on account of my family’s wheat and dairy allergies and my own general apathy towards bread and pastry. (Yes, you may throw pot plants at my head. What can I say? I like my peanut butter sans toast.)
If I were a better blogger (or a blogger whose friends hadn’t started walking back to the car already), I’d have taken more photos of the cheese room. Considering that I opted for the Blue Cheese Selection ($22) for lunch, though, at least my one photo makes sense.
The three blue cheeses I chose were the Gippsland Blue from Victoria, the Bleu de Basque from France, and the Valdeon from Spain. Each was fantastically complex, and so different in flavour. Marvellous. I found it hard to pick a favourite between the sharper Valdeon and the creamier, yet still strong, Gippsland Blue.
Each cheese was wonderful slathered on Silo’s (limitless) fresh sourdough, but I will warn you not to eat the cute tiny apple on the plate. I think that apple descended from what the Evil Stepmother used to poison Snow White, because it tasted of bitterness and evil.
That’ll teach me to eat the garnish.
We may not have had room for dessert (I slipped into a cheese coma pretty soon after weakly picking up the last hunk of bleu de basque from my plate), but I can leave you with the card that we gave Jeniqua. I may be biased, but to my mind this card is greater than all the sugar in the world. Credit must go to E.Moonbeams for its artistic genius:
That would be a rocket taking Jeniqua to The Overseas. With googly eyes from my office drawer. A sloth. The Southern Cross. RIDING ON A PIG, BABY MONKEY. Some sort of scary cat creature. And me as the moon, because… I don’t know. Just because.
Missing you, Jeniqua.