The house we’re looking after at the moment belongs to a lady whose main residence is a lovely farm outside Sydney. This house is her city “camp”. Consequently, it’s not set up for full-time living and a lot of things are not present – like some basic cooking utensils.
On Monday night we decided we needed some comfort food and spaghetti was a good option. Another thing we hadn’t realised was that cooking with an electric stove was quite different to a gas one. I won’t bore you with the details but the result was that the spaghetti literally dissolved – we use a gluten free one which doesn’t work well in water which is hot but not boiling. So once we decided that 15 strands of spaghetti somehow wouldn’t constitute a decent meal for two, rice suddenly became very appealing. Also, the sauce had major lumps as a result of not being able to manage an electric element. We then decided a glass of wine would help but didn’t have a cold one. It went into the freezer for a while but not long enough to get a chill (unlike the night temperature at the time). Our Masterchef attempt ended up as an episode of Gordon Ramsay.
On the other hand we discovered we were a few minutes walk from a lovely group of shops and cafes located in a very cute little corner which we’ve often driven past but not stopped at. They’re wonderful, with excellent food, nice coffee and very pleasant and helpful staff. We sat in the sun, had lunch and discussed and planned our business & personal future. Pretty good for a day at work.