Well, except for the weather. In Canberra yesterday, the weather did its best to pretend that it was still winter. As in the dead of.
It rained. It hailed. It blew a gale. In short - it SUCKED. Mightily.
As the Darlinge had his volunteer explainer duties to perform at Tidbinbilla, the kids and I decided to make the best of a suck-hole day.
First up it was back to the LifeLine Book Fair. Round Two for me, round one for the kidlets. We trolled around the tables for a while, all the time, I'm like putting books back, because they were over $2.
I was just casting another loving look at the vintage recipe pamphlets, when over the loudspeaker came the following:
"And now ladies, gentlemen and kids, comes the time that you've all been waiting for... The $10 a eco shopping bag time. Everything has to go. Over in the middle of the floor, we're giving out shopping bags if you don't have any" (which we didn't).
I sent Gracie off for three bags. She and Matthew raced off to find all the cat books I'd made them put back. I told Gracie she had free reign over the cookbook section. I made for the vintage recipe pamphlets, followed by the ancient book section and the sheet music section.
Oh ho ho. Did we end up with a fine haul or WHAT!!!!! The Darlinge scored a really lovely vintage copy of Ring of Bright Water, which he loved as a child. Gracie and Matthew got their fill of cat books. Gracie got some very bizarre cookbooks, and I got a ton of books and sheet music for altering.
Or so I thought...
As we spent a happy hour or so going through the booty, most of the books that I'd got for their bindings were deemed too nice to destroy by the Darlinge. The Darlinge also 'rescued' some really dodgy sheet music as well.
I must admit that I had got a children's book of about Handel which was in the perfect decrepit state for altering, when I actually started reading it. I was totally charmed by it, as it was written for very young children a long time ago, much in the manner of Heidi. So, it too joined the other keepers.
The other great thing about yesterday was the fact that I had to go to Gold Creek Village to pick up my embossing folder that had arrived at Wrapped in Paper. As we were chilled to the bone from the Book Fair, naturally, a communal bowl of chips at Cafe Injoy was called for. Bloody yum scrum.
Then we visited Adore Tea at their new location. Holy Crap, it was AWESOME!!!! Nat and hubby have taken over the dingy old tavern, which last time I went totally reeked of cigarette smoke and stale beer, and gutted it. About the only thing I could recognise was the open fire place, which was roaring away nicely. Wooden floors, lots of light (glass windows), white walls, light furniture and lots and lots and lots of lovely tea.
Heaven in a cup. Go there. Sit. Drink tea. Buy tea to take home. I've said it before, but I'lll say it again, these people are good people. They give you the same care and attention and service if you're dropping $8 or $80. The love their tea and they love their customers. Good people.
The kids shared a milkshake and caramel mudcake, while I had a cup of Strawberry and Cream tea, with dutch pancake thingies (poffertjies) (?) and mango sauce. Yum. Gracie and Matthew were entranced by the open fireplace, having never seen one before. They spent the entire time, with their noses glued to the grill, trying to work out what part of the wood would catch on fire next. Great fun.
Much hilarity and riot was had by all looking through the vintage cookbooks/pamphlets last night. Wow. One took me straight back to a long forgotten memory, that of the 'test' or 'demonstration' kitchen. I had forgotten that the (then) Newcastle County Council used to do cooking demonstrations, using the latest gas and electric cookers. My babysitter Daphne, used to take me to them. We'd catch the bus from Merriwether to Newcastle, and sit in this dark little theatre type thing and watch the cooks go for it. I had completely forgotten this memory until I saw the 'McAlpin Test Kitchen' illustration.
This is why I love looking through these old things. They bring back so much. Mind you, HFSM, I cringe at the thought of some of the things our parents were forced to eat....
Mmmmmmm. (Economical, As Illustrated).
And what's with the bloody prunes?!?!?
Looks like something you wipe off your shoes.... Dad said that everything had to have bloody prunes in it. Mind you, eating that much stodge in the old days, they must have needed the prunes!
Another gemmy poo:
Dear God!!! Brain Canapes, FFS. Mind you, the pineapple rice doesn't sound too bad... Wow. All I can say is wow. I have to admit that I was once served up crumbed brains, and they were not too bad. But I didn't know what they were. There is no way on God's green earth that I would cook or eat the fuckers again...
Sparta on the other hand would probably like a change from hand...
Now, if I could just find Daphne's hedgehog recipe, I'd die a happy camper.....