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The bits
of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous
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Lucky
Macchiato..
17.7.05 - Well, before I get onto
that, maybe I should apologise for not keeping y'all up
to date. In fact, I've been so tardy in the blog arena
of late, some people, (well, one person anyway),
got a little concerned that I may have come to some mischief.
In truth I have been suffering mixed emotions lately -
it was only a week ago I wrote in my note book that 'this
is the day my luck has finally run out'. But, if you hang
around doing fuck-all for long enough, something always
turns up. Check out the four-leaf clover in the macchiato
I got the other day at Sugo. That's gotta mean something! |
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1)
Lizzie, Mary and bro' Richard outside the Nostril 2) Liz
unwraps her Peter Alexander pjs |
Happy
21st Liz!
2.7.05 - I
arrived at the Postman's Nostril slightly breathless and
full of bladder having severely underestimated the density
of the traffic around the Victoria Market. I pecked Liz
on the cheek and gave her the attractively wrapped gift
I'd got the previous evening at Peter Alexander's and
adjourned to the Nostril's toilet. I got back in time
to see her delightedly unwrap the pyjamas (pic 2),
which will probably not see service in Darwin,
where the Rudds are heading on Sunday for a couple of
weeks in the sun. Nieces are a blessing in one's dotage. |
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1) Me
at the Starpark Café putting a brave face on my coffee
ration 2) the Oliv macchiato |
3) Oliv at 328 Auburn Rd |
Coffee
- the never-ending search for the perfect cup
2.7.05 - Ironically, I've had to cut down
on my coffee consumption lately. While I'm generally of a delicate
disposition anyway, I thought a cup a day was playing it safe,
but, not only am I delicate, I also lean towards being acidic,
(funny that), and I've discovered that even one macchiato a
day is too much. Still, I enjoy them when I can, and I wanted
to tell you about a place where I can not only buy a good coffee,
but also indulge another passion I've so far failed to bore
you with. Over the past few years I've not only become partial
to coffee and pinots, but I also enjoy partaking of fine olive
oils. Happily there's an establishment just down the road in
Hawthorn that caters both coffee and olive oil fetishists. Called
Oliv (pic 3) it boasts as fine a range of oils as you'll
find outside of Carlton and makes a satisfactory cup
of coffee (pic 2). My current favourite olive oil is
a Sicilian one made on the slopes of Monte Lauro close to Mt
Etna called Mongibello - and I have to say, this year's crop
is the best ever. Oliv website |
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