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So What Would You Choose?

Yes it’s been a very long time since my last post but maybe the time has come to resurrect My Ramblings.

A topic was thrown into the mix recently that has given me a lot of food for thought trying to work through for the right answer which I’ve decided to write into my blog.   So come along for the journey of discovery.

What is my favourite cake?

Well I do love a good rich dark fruit cake.   I used to make and decorate wedding cakes and I had a fantastic recipe (for those that chose the traditional fruit cake) which I eventually chose to halve and make for my Christmas cakes too.   Full of dried fruit – raisins, sultanas, currants, glace cherries and candied peel, almonds and spices.   Can’t wait for Christmas so I can indulge.

But for a cake that could be eaten as a sweet treat on other occasions?   Hmmm, as much as I like chocolate the thought of a heavy dense chocolate mud cake, does nothing for me.   So what about something spicy?   Cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger are all so aromatic and enticing, but no not on top of the list.   Carrot with Cream Cheese topping?   I do love Cream Cheese Topping but that doesn’t hit the high notes either.   Citrus?   Lemon, Orange, Mandarin or even Lime and Coconut (this combination sounds so tempting but still to be tried).  They miss top place too.   So what does that leave me with.   Well I can hardly get through a day without my coffee hit, but even as much as the daily cuppa fulfills my craving the same flavoured cake doesn’t make the grade either.

I tried to picture myself in a French Patisserie (well I have been in an Aussie version when visiting St Kilda in Melbourne).   The glass cabinet and windows with shelf upon shelf laden with trays of every type of cake.   So many combinations I would never have considered and looking so enticing.  Hmm, maybe the Apricot & Almond?   Or what about Pineapple & Passionfruit?   So many to choose from but…

Ah, there it is – the cake that I have ended up selecting whenever I’ve been given the chance.

Black Forest Gateau.  http://bakery.sg/bakeryproducts/images/blackforestcake.jpg

So what is it about this beautiful cake that is so perfect for me?   The cake although of chocolate, is so light and airy – almost a sponge rather than a denser crumbly cakey texture.   And throughout the cake are little almost secretly hidden surprises of cherries.

I love cherries!   Whether fresh dark burgundy (almost black) luscious fleshed cherries from Blenheim, or bright red sticky syrupy glace cherries (no not the plasticy artificial ones often sold as glace cherries).  The type my family and friends will pass over to me taken from whatever their chosen cake was that these had decorated the top with. Or the wonderfully flavoured juicy Marachino Cherries that have been soaked in an alcohol based fluid.   Divine!!

So yes, Black Forest Gateau.   A layered treat with these wonderful cherries scattered throughout the cake then sprinkled between the layers and finally used to decorate the top.

I have decided – this is my all-time favourite cake.

Just as well there aren’t too many places in Christchurch that make this wonderful concoction and those that do are far enough away from my daily grind that I’m not tempted to indulge very often.   In fact it’s been longer than I can even remember since I tried a piece.   Must see about rectifying that – just for a treat now 🙂

My Mouse Died

No, no!!  Not a real mouse (although to me this one seems pretty real) but my MS wireless mouse.

I was pretty sure it was battery operated, but do you think I could work out how or where to change it?   I tried all the obvious places that looked like they should open or come apart, but no matter how hard I tried – nothing worked.

Eventually today I took it to work and stopped in at DSE on the way home.

I thought I’d cover my tracks first, so with an apologetic tone, told the salesperson who was extremely quick to want to assist me, that I hoped I wasn’t having a blonde or senior moment, but…   and went on to explain my predicament.    I told him I’d checked online to make sure it really is battery operated, to see in the specs that it has a 6-mth battery life (and that’s about how long I’ve had it).

Well, he took the mouse.  He looked at it.   He tried to open it (in all the same options that I’d tried before him) and eventually he pulled out a screwdriver.   Hmmm, no screws visible so it looked like serious business!!   Looking a little worried I watched as he levered the screwdriver into what I had thought was the most obvious place and applied pressure.   Sure enough – pop! and the section came off.   Yes, there was definitely a battery in there.   He tested the battery and agreed it was flat, sold me a new pack of long-life alkaline AA’s, put one in and sent me on my way.

I’m happy to report that $5 later I’m back with my lovely mouse in hand, doing what it should.

The end is near

The end of the year that is!!   And with that, we are nearing the end of our practices for 2010.   For me, the end of my first year back at marching after approx 45 years of abstinence.   What a waste of 45 years – lol.   I have loved getting back into this sport that I so enjoyed as a child and into my teen years.   Yes, my sister was right.   She had been trying to encourage me to get back into it for the last 15 or so years and although I made casual enquiries two or three times in the last 10 years, it was only after joining her at this year nationals at Christchurch that I realised what I was missing out on.

Thank you to my intrepid team leader who made the choice to contact me after I’d left my details with her.   Out of several other ladies I was one of two chosen to take the vacant spots that had arisen.

Since then I’ve had a steep learning curve trying to remember their plan, but with a lot of patience and encouragement we’ve come to the point where we can all march through from beginning to end and no mistakes.   Okay, there are some areas we still need to sharpen up on.   Getting our knees up!!   Sharpening up on our salute!!   Raising those arms at the back!!   But the basics are there at last.

I missed out on marching at the South Island event due to previous plans that took me out of the country.    I still have that nerve-racking day of marching in public to face, when we march in the National Leisure Marching event in New Plymouth next March.   Bring it on!!  LOL

So how will I cope over the holidays with no practices to attend?   Unfortunately we’ve had several wet Saturdays, so I’ve already had to cope with no-practice days.   It wasn’t fun, but at least I know we’ll be back into it again mid-January.

Oh well, two more to go so I’d better make the most of them.   It will be a bit like having withdrawal symptoms I suspect.

 

The workings of the brain

So why is it when we face a new experience that our brain always goes to the worst or most extreme scenario?

I’ve been told by some of my family and those special friends – the ones who are prepared to risk it all to tell you something about yourself, that not only do I snore, but that I go through a series of events when I actually stop breathing when I’m asleep.   Of course I know nothing personally about this as I am asleep!!  Doh!!  But eventually events brought me to the place where I admitted that it could create a problem so I promised to talk to my Dr about it.

He asked me a set series of questions and the results were 14/24.   I didn’t think that was too bad, but he said he’d send them off to the hospital for them to be the judge as to whether we should proceed further or just accept things as they were.

A few weeks later I received a letter from the hospital to attend an appointment at the Sleep Clinic and the thoughts of what comes next started to creep in.   Of course, I thought the worst.   No matter what was said to assure me, I had much greater thoughts than was being told.

I imagined that I would be put on this machine that had a big gas cylinder attached and 2″ diameter hoses going from there to a ‘gas’ mask of the magnitude that you saw them using in the war (complete with those goggle eyed bits).

I went on the appointment earlier this week and the nurse assured me that there are several types of masks available these days, some with little nose clips similar to those the synchronised swimmers use in the Olympics, etc.  Nothing was said about the actual machine, so I was still left thinking about this big gas cylinder (I hadn’t even thought about the little round ones that are used for bbq’s).   I suppose it didn’t help that my Dad had been an engineer so we used to have one of those cylinders in his workshop, which probably gave me the visual picture in the first place.

Anyway I was talking with a friend who uses one of these machines, and shared my fears with her.   How was I going to go away anywhere if I had to take all this equipment?   What does she do?   Well then I got put into the REAL picture.   No gas bottles!   No 2″ hoses!

Apparently it’s a little machine about the size of a bedside clock/radio which has little tubes going to the face mask.   Whichever one I end up with I don’t know at this stage, but she indicated hers is the biggest style and even it didn’t sound as big as the brain had worked out it would be.

Then of course, I was brought back to earth when someone had me consider just how bad is this anyway?   At least I’m not going to be having a bladder bag or an artificial limb, etc.   I’m really quite lucky in comparison!!

My quality of life will improve a hundred fold according to those in the know!   How bad can that be??

Christmas is Coming


and I can’t even remember how to do half the stuff here, but hopefully it will all come back to me, much like riding a bike.

Well riding a bike was also last done so long ago, that I don’t know if I can or not, so what sort of a scale is that to work on?

So long ago, so long ago.   The older we get it seems that everything was so long ago.

There is no way I could fill you in on everything that happened since my last post, but I’ve decided it’s time to brush off the cobwebs and try to start up blogging again.

I’ve taken up leisure marching and thought that I could share some of the great times and fun experiences we have.   I’ve checked it out with the rest of the team, and as long as no names are mentioned they’re all quite happy that I write down what we get up to (within reason I guess).

I’m still making jewellery, although still not on any great scale.   Would love to become more proficient and even get to making pieces for sale rather than just gifts, but who knows.   I’ve got a couple of ideas in the pipeline so we’ll see what happens there too.

Well that’s where things are at for me, although I feel I’ve only shared the headlines which is a ‘guy’ thing, with the details still to come.   Let’s just take it slowly and see what happens…

The Jury is Out

I’ve just had all my cartons collected to be freighted back to NZ.   I can see the floor again – woo hoo!   But, I now have to start again with all the stuff for the Sallies.   Still I know that that will only be for a day or two, and also for the main furniture to go hopefully tomorrow and then not only will I be able to see the floor in total, but bare everything.

As I packed each carton I would add it to the pile and try to visualise the dimensions.   I had been quoted a price per cubic metre, so I tried to stack the cartons into roughly that size area.   Hmmm, the stacks were growing – upwards and outwards 😦

I got to the point where I was reconciling myself to the fact that I’d be looking at about 3 cubic metre, but with some things still to be packed it was a case of having to bite the bullet and keep at it and hope that I was wrong.

When Mohammed arrived today I asked for his opinion.   At first he was a little non-committal but kept telling me not to worry.   After most of the cartons were in his van, he told me the van holds 4 cubic metres and he had it roughly half full.   So there is hope!   The last two ‘cartons’ were the two single bed base frames (not in cartons but taped together – with newspaper between the tape and the frame so the tape doesn’t pull the paint off).   I told him I would like to take them, but could he let me know first whether it was going to put me over the line.   He already has 3 cartons at the warehouse that I had him pack for me – my golf clubs, and several paintings/pictures that I wanted him to pack properly as I knew I couldn’t find cartons in the right shape/size.  

So now I have to wait for the verdict . . .

Zephyr Breezes

When I was a little girl (yes a very long time ago) my Dad used to recite an alphabet to me, that I couldn’t make sense of.   As I grew older (and Dad had probably explained it again for the ‘nth time) I came to understand.   You have to know, Dad came from England, and was quite old when I came on the scene, so a lot of these things refer to an era that most people now wouldn’t have any idea about.   Anita’s blog today brought it back to mind so I thought I’d share as much of it as I can remember – with explanations where necessary!

A for …..     (H)ay for (H)orses

B for …..     Beef or Mutton

C for …..     Seaforth Highlanders (a military platoon)

D for …..     Diva (I can’t remember which Diva)

E for …..     Eve for Adam

F for …..     Effervescense

G for …..     Chief of Police

H for …..     (Totally no idea)

I for …..     Ivor Novello (a famous singer/performer in his day)

J for …..     Jaffa Oranges

K for …..     Kaffir Limes (I think in reality the Kaffir had a different ending which

racially referred to a black SA but under the circumstances I’ve

changed it to the Lime)

L for …..     (H)ell for Leather (running)

M for …..     Emphasis

N for …..     (Totally no idea)

O for …..     Over the garden wall

P for …..     Pee for a penny

Q for …..     Queue for the movies

R for …..     (H)alf a mo(ment)

S for …..     (Totally no idea)

T for …..     Tea for two

U for …..     You for Me

V for …..     Viva la France

W for …..     Double you for a quid

X for …..     (Don’t remember)

Y for …..     Why for goodness sake?

Z for …..     Zephyr Breezes

So there you go.   A little bit of family history coming through just because of an innocent comment from Mark/Anita.

Every year the final game for the social golf club is a Guys and Gals game and although I haven’t played for ages, it’s usually a good day.   (Actually it’s a day for us ‘gals’ to catch up with each other and leave it to the ‘guys’ to play the game)

In former years we’ve played at Barnwell Park which is a nice course, but the last two the course has been booked out so we’ve played at Marrickville.   Marrickville is a goat track!!!   There are two holes where you have to hit up a hill with no idea where your ball has landed (if you’re lucky enough to get it over the hill at all).   There are two holes which run alongside the river, so the chances of your ball going into water are high.   There are two holes that are down hill and a couple of holes that are around a corner.   This isn’t a course for people who don’t play golf regularly.   But it’s where they’ve had the Guys and Gals game for the last two years 😦

I told Brian that as much as I enjoy the day, this year I couldn’t face playing it without having a cart.   Hmmm, fine except everyone else has the same idea so with only so many carts to go around it wasn’t looking good.   John’s got the right idea.   As soon as he gets the next year’s program, he phones and books a cart at the clubs he knows he’ll need one.   Anyway in the end the organiser decided to allocate the one cart that became free thanks to a cancellation, to Paul & Bev, Brian and Denise to share.   Yay!!   And double yay, because after being hit in the centre of her forehead by a golf ball which had actually been hit ‘backwards’ from a nearby tee a couple of years back, Bev had sworn never to go near a golf course again, but decided to give it another chance.  

And,  this year our club was given second spot to tee off which meant we didn’t start until 7:30 instead of the previous 6:30.   I still had to wake up at 5:15 to have enough time for a shower before leaving to head to Janice and John’s as we travel in their Tarago so that all our clubs and in this case Brian’s buggy can be loaded and then get to the course half an hour before tee off.   Those that live close are sooo lucky – they get a bit more sleep than those of us that have to travel across town to get there.

So, Bev and I got to share the golf cart and what a difference it made – to my game at least, although Bev also agreed that she felt she enjoyed the day more by having the cart.   The guys would not agree!!

It’s been a few months since Bev and I have seen each other, and in that time she’s had a trip to Las Vegas and Hawaii and I’ve had a new job and now my trip home planned, so there was a lot of catching up to go.   I’m probably a little more aware than Bev about the ‘rules’ of the game, and etiquette, etc but as Bev is not really interested at all, for her it was a great chance in the cart for us to ‘catch-up’ on each other’s news.   Hmm, we got some dirty looks and a couple of grumpy messages about keeping quiet, and I’ve since heard that Paul was totally p….. off with us.   Having said that, I did do my best to keep Bev quiet at the right times, but it didn’t always work.

As I say, I think it was one of my better games as I wasn’t totally wiped out with having to walk/clamber the course.   They say the proof is in the pudding!  Well we DIDN’T get the Bradman’s Award this year.   This is the award given to the couple with the lowest score.    Brian and I have won it ‘several’ times – lol.   I think that is proof enough for me 😉

We went back to the Salisbury Hotel for drinks and lunch.   John is never sure of how to get there from Marrickville and usually gets one of the locals to join us.   This year I had my TomTom in my bag and it got us there quite nicely thank you – even in hand-held mode.

More catching up with old friends over a lovely meal – although I was very disappointed in the entree.   We had been given the menu a couple of weeks ago to choose our meal and although I don’t like Salt & Pepper Squid (or any squid) they were also serving Prawns and Scallops on that particular dish.   Yummm – I always enjoy prawns, and I haven’t had scallops for ages!   Well I still haven’t had scallops for ages.   The dishes came out with mussels or oysters instead of the scallops.   Well I would not have chosen that dish had I known as I don’t like oysters and mussels I can deal with in a seafood chowder but not straight.   I had to toss up on either Snapper with Ginger and Lime Sauce or Steak (they did have a chicken dish – with avocado, and roast) and although I have steak as often as I get the chance, I finally settled on that.   It was slightly above average.   So that’s it folks.   Except – some of us spotted the menu board with sticky date pudding and after humming and hawing and seeing someone else’s order come out that looked ‘to die for’, we gave in.   It was definitely the highlight.   The pudding was as light as, and the caramel sauce was soooo scrummy.  I noticed a couple of people look around before finally deciding to scrape the last dregs of sauce off their plate with their finger – lol.

Prizegiving and AGM over, it was finally time to come home – 12 hours after heading off.   A long day, but very enjoyable to meet up with friends over a meal.   Oh, yes – and a game of golf!   My last in Australia!!

Unfortunately I found out today that the answer is yes.  But . . .

It’s a problem that doesn’t last too long.   I’m already over it!

Back in August I gave Janice a voucher to go on a Sweet Sunday Chocolate Tour and suggested that when she decided to go, I’d go with her (unless she had someone else in mind).   About 3 weeks ago she phoned to book our places, to find that they were fully booked and today was the first tour with vacancies.  

Something Janice never is, is late.   The tour starts in the city at the Queen Victoria Building (QVB) at 10:30 am.   It takes a maximum of 40mins to get to the city if it’s on an ‘all stops’ train and the station is at the entrance to the QVB.   The train from here runs every half hour at 10 past and 20 to the hour.   You’d think we would have been ok to get the 9:40 train, but to be really sure in case of hold-ups etc then 9:10 would be heaps of time.   Janice wanted to leave at 8:40.   I convinced her that we didn’t need that much lead time even though it was also the Santa Parade today.   Fortunately although the trains weren’t running between Bankstown and Lidcombe, the buses keep to the same timetable so we got the bus from here to Lidcombe, got an express train (only 3 stops to Central) and arrived long before the shops opened at 10:00.

We browsed until finally meeting up with our tour guide and the rest of the participants – 12 in all (sorry make that 13 – we had a 5-mth baby along for the ride).  

We started at a coffee shop in the centre of the mall where along with a cup of coffee/tea/chocolate we were served half a Florentine and given information on coffee beans – it’s history, process, etc and also the various types of coffee drinks.   It was a lovely way to start our chocolate experience.

From the QVB we walked out onto Market St and along to Haigh’s Chocolates.   There are only 3 Haigh’s outlets and the chocolate is so well know and tastes so beautiful that at this time of the year they have a security person on to allow only a few people into the store at any one time.   (Apart from us because we were special – lol)   Carmel (our Tour Guide) explained about chocolate and it’s processes to get to the stage of consumption.   We were given a tray of nibs that we could get a taste of cocoa in it’s purest form – crushed beans before processing.   At this stage they are quite bitter but you could still appreciate where this was going to lead.   We then had a tray of samples – milk chocolate buttons (but big ones), dark chocolate buttons and a ‘Christmas Pudding’ chocolate.   Although they knew there were going to be 12 of us they supplied enough for more than one taste of each button.   Mmmm, dissolve in your mouth creamy smooth chocolate.   Haigh’s are the only chocolate company that imports the chocolate in the ‘nibs’ stage – just crushed beans, not already processes.   That way they can process them over and over and over until they make the smoothest chocolate ever without any grainy texture.   We also had a voucher to get a discount on any purchases we made.   I had already put my Christmas Pudding chocolate into the goodies bag we’d all been provided with, and this was only the start of our chocolate shops.   We walked from there through the Strand Arcade (which Haigh’s is on the corner of) and out the other end and on to our next stop.  

Carmel also shared a bit of Sydney history with us about both the QVB and The Strand which was actually incredibly interesting, stopped at a pavement landmark marking another bit of history and around past a chocolate shop which unfortunately is closed on Sundays, but we have been given a discount voucher in case we want to go back during the week.   It was then on and past some of the most expensive stores in Sydney – Chanel, Bvlgari, Louis Vitton, Rolex.   They all had their ‘security’ doormen on duty.   We did wonder if you had to show your Platinum Card to get entry!   Another touch of history on the ‘legal’ buildings and St James church before arriving at Lindt.   Only three Lindt stores outside Europe, all in Sydney and this one apparently the biggest.   Not only a chocolate shop but also a cafe.   (One of our co-tour participants said that she spotted that they sold a small triangle (quarter of one) sandwich for $10.  

At Lindt we were allowed to choose a Maceron – flavour of our choice.   It looked like a flattened meringue with a chocolate mousse filling.   Flavours like Pistachio, Strawberry, Passion, Blackcurrant, Champagne and others.   I think it’s a cross between a Macaroon and a Meringue.   At this stop I bought 6 x squares of different flavours of chocolate (individually wrapped) for $1.50.   That sounded like a good deal, so I also bought 2 x individual Passion chocolates.   Hmm, should have asked – $2 each!!

By now I was starting to feel as if I was having a chocolate rush, straight to my head 😦  

We headed back through Martin Place (Reserve Bank, Channel 7, and down the road the W??? Hotel – Anita has stayed there in the old converted Post Office – very very expensive) and down to David Jones (another history snippet shared about DJ’s) and into their Food Hall.   Another choice of two chocolates, one of which is my all-time favourite.   Cherry Liqueur with a real cherry – stone and stalk intact.   Through another section of the Food Hall and out into a general food court where we were meant to get a sample of Gelatissimo.   Unfortunatley they’d had a problem with their equipment and had to stay closed today.   Carmel tried to find an alternative but nothing else like it, so she offered us another freebie from DJ’s.   A different chocolate counter than before so a different choice to select from.  

The savoury counter across from it was looking mighty good by this time.   I couldn’t eat another chocolate, just yet!!   Thank goodness for the goody bag.

Well although savoury sounded good, I knew I couldn’t actually fit anything more to eat in, so I swallowed and walked away.  

To our final port of call.   The Sheraton on the Park – right across the road from Hyde Park.     Although the facade looked very modern, and all the fittings and furnishings were up to the minute, the entrance was stupendous in all it’s original grandeur.   The most beautiful staircase which branched left and right with a massive floor to ceiling mirror.   And they’d put their Christmas Decorations up – several gold Christmas trees.   Amazing!   We were led around to an area set up for us and were given the ‘drink’ menu.   Well I think 10 out of 12 of us chose a Max Brenner Hot Chocolate.   White Chocolate, Milk Chocolate or Dark Chocolate served in what is called a Hug Mug.   A white handleless halved coffee bean shape which you drink from the ‘spout’ end.   Incredible.   I would think Anita’s Hot Chocolate would be the closest I’ve heard to being anything like this. 

If you like chocolate, and ever make it to Sydney on a Sunday, book yourself in for this amazing tour.  Totally recommended, 5*+

In two weeks we’ve got our High Tea experience.  

 

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