Dresses & Snacks

eggscelent breakfast

I would say pardon the dreadful pun of a post title, but I actually love a good pun so shan't be apologising for being so awful.

A little while ago I met some lovely friends for breakfast at Jellystone. It's a lovely little cafe, away from the main drag and with plenty of outdoor seating which means Mr Karl can come along.

The coffee was above average and the service very friendly but still efficient (my favourite). The menu leaves you spoiled for choice, but not to the point of being overwhelming. Jellystone is also very good at vegetarian and gluten free options.

I had the "Middle Eastern eggs" which, dare I say it, were poached perfectly (to my taste).  Creamy, runny yolks with peppery roquette and crunchy, spicey dukkah. Yum, yum and yum.

Jellystone is just right for a slow (not in terms of service, but in terms of not being rushed) breakfast and I'm absolutely sure Mr Karl and I will be visiting again very soon.

not so secret garden

 

While in Canberra my mother, brother and I went to the National Gallery of Australia to see the much hyped Renaissance exhibition. I enjoyed it from a historial point of view, but less so for the aesthetics of the pieces. However, there was a particular wonky-googly-eyed depiction of Jesus (Christ the Redeemer by Botticelli) that I found rather entertaining.

After the exhibition we went for a ramble in the beautiful sculpture gardens - gardens which you can easily visit free of charge whenever you please. Between 12.30 and 2pm daily the gardens are filled with a 'fog sculpture' which is totally delightful and very beautiful, giving the garden a slightly magical ambiance. Slightly blury outfit photos c/o stand in photographer in the form of a little brother.










Ben Sherman striped shirt - op shop // pink skirt with matching belt - op shop // patent taupe peep-toe sling backs - Target // tan leather purse - markets at a pub about a thousand years ago // vintage Paloma Piccaso sunglasses - gift from Mumsy

little lunchables

While my little brother was visiting Melbourne we went for a lazy lunch of pintxos at Naked for Satan. Pintxos are tiny bite size (or really, 2 or 3 bite-sized) treats served on slices of baguette. These treats are set up like a buffet which you can munch your way through, collecting the toothpicks inserted into the pintxos as you go. At the end of your feast you present your toothpicks to have your bill tallied up.  The variety of little treats was fantastic and I think just about anyone's taste buds would be pleased.

Smoked turkey and sweet corn in the foreground and to the left calamari with squid ink risoni.

Tortilla (the Spanish cousin of frittata) and next to it smoked trout and pickle.

Possibly my favourite pintxos was the wine-poached pear on blue cream cheese with walnuts. Oh my goodness, whatta combo. I was making so many "mm..nom..yum" noises I think I embarrassed my poor brother. The grilled cauliflower in the background was nothing to sniff at, but the poached pear was a hard act to follow.

For dessert I devoured this gorgeous and tiny crème de cassis cream filled cannoli. What is it about tiny foods that makes them so much more enjoyable than their full size counterparts?

This was the end result of out miniature snackfest. Quite a formidable effort.

The best part? As we were there for the midweek lunch special, our pintxos were $1 each. Nothing better than a scrumptious bargain.

I am totally in love with the concept of Naked for Satan and have already planned (more than one) return trip. The food is delicious and varied (and cheap!) and the atmosphere is friendly and relaxed, what more could you require of a midweek lunch?

on a summer holiday

Hello from the beach! My apologies for the unannounced break in posting, Karl and I have been far too busy lounging, drinking coffee, frolicking on the beach and watching pods of dolphins surf with the rest of our family to go near a computer. Please enjoy a few snapshots of our summer holiday in lieu of an actual post.

  The view down Long Point towards the wharf from the balcony.

Beautiful Tathra beach.

Karl mid-maniac run at the beach.

Low tide at Spencer Park, Karl's favourite spot to romp.