Despite a lot of rain over the weekend we managed to have a good one. After a morning at the Carriageworks market with the girls, Rob woke up from a night shift and we went into our next door neighbours for farewell drinks before our departure on Wednesday. While Kirsty, Simon, Rob and I drank wine, the kids ran around like nutters. Afternoon drinks are all very well, but not so when you then have to cook for a dinner party for 6 later that day. Also as Rob and I have been on the wagon for a while, we were rather unused to afternoon drinking. While Rob took over the child wrangling, I attempted to prep for our dinner party before guests Jo and Mark , Julia and Richard came over. In my wine-adled state I forgot to serve the smoked trout dip with the pre-dinner nibbles and made a right mess of the starter. With my beer goggles firmly in place I completely midread the recipe for pan-fried prawns with coconut salsa. Rob and our guests made all the right noises, indicative of a meal enjoyed, but I remain unconvinced. I made up for it with a main of mushroom risotto but totally forgot how long it takes to make and the whole standing at the stove away from the table part, is a bit dull. Nonetheless rapturous applause greeted its arrival at the table, enhanced I'm sure by the addition right at the end of tarragon, mascarpone and a squeeze of lemon juice. The night was great fun and pretty late for us but well worth the sore heads and sleep deprivation we experienced yesterday. Sunday had disaster written all over it as we woke to more bucketing rain. After a morning stuck indoors I forced everyone into wellies and we went for a bracing stroll in the rain around the harbour foreshore at Balmain. We were both shattered by the evening but had to find the energy to channel our inner hippies as we had tickets to see Simon and Garfunkel. Hilariously, and unsurprisingly, the audience was made up of people in their 40s, 50s and older. S & G were still going strong at 67 and their voices were surprisingly youthful. Their backing band were absolutely incredible - a bunch of old dudes from the US and Africa - adding some electronica to 60s tunes. When we drove home, passing an ambulance going the opposite way towards the arena, we assumed it was going to the aid of an aged Simon & Garfunkel fan who had slipped and broken a hip in all the excitement.
Despite a lot of rain over the weekend we managed to have a good one. After a morning at the Carriageworks market with the girls, Rob woke up from a night shift and we went into our next door neighbours for farewell drinks before our departure on Wednesday. While Kirsty, Simon, Rob and I drank wine, the kids ran around like nutters. Afternoon drinks are all very well, but not so when you then have to cook for a dinner party for 6 later that day. Also as Rob and I have been on the wagon for a while, we were rather unused to afternoon drinking. While Rob took over the child wrangling, I attempted to prep for our dinner party before guests Jo and Mark , Julia and Richard came over. In my wine-adled state I forgot to serve the smoked trout dip with the pre-dinner nibbles and made a right mess of the starter. With my beer goggles firmly in place I completely midread the recipe for pan-fried prawns with coconut salsa. Rob and our guests made all the right noises, indicative of a meal enjoyed, but I remain unconvinced. I made up for it with a main of mushroom risotto but totally forgot how long it takes to make and the whole standing at the stove away from the table part, is a bit dull. Nonetheless rapturous applause greeted its arrival at the table, enhanced I'm sure by the addition right at the end of tarragon, mascarpone and a squeeze of lemon juice. The night was great fun and pretty late for us but well worth the sore heads and sleep deprivation we experienced yesterday. Sunday had disaster written all over it as we woke to more bucketing rain. After a morning stuck indoors I forced everyone into wellies and we went for a bracing stroll in the rain around the harbour foreshore at Balmain. We were both shattered by the evening but had to find the energy to channel our inner hippies as we had tickets to see Simon and Garfunkel. Hilariously, and unsurprisingly, the audience was made up of people in their 40s, 50s and older. S & G were still going strong at 67 and their voices were surprisingly youthful. Their backing band were absolutely incredible - a bunch of old dudes from the US and Africa - adding some electronica to 60s tunes. When we drove home, passing an ambulance going the opposite way towards the arena, we assumed it was going to the aid of an aged Simon & Garfunkel fan who had slipped and broken a hip in all the excitement.
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