For a while now I have wanted to make a baked Alaska. It may be a bit old fashioned, but I’ve never eaten one before, and it’s fascinates me. A Baked Alaska basically consisted of… More
We celebrated a friend’s birthday at a local East Asian restaurant last night. My Thai Pad was inoffentive, and I always find East Asian deserts a bit hit and miss, so I don’t usually bother. However, when we were informed that the cake special was watermelon cake I was curious. I mean that is just wrong right? How can you have watermelon cake? What does it taste like? What does it look like? What was the texture? The waitress said it was abit like red velvet, but with watermelon. So it was definitly a cake. Not a jelly type thing. Not a sortbet or ice cream. A cake.
So while everyone else ordered their Apple Spring Rolls & Ice Cream, I opted for the watermelon cake (with coconut icecream). I figured I might as well. I can try their Apple Spring Rolls or Mango Rice pudding any day of the week, but this was their special. There might not be another opportunity.
I was still kind of surprised when a cake (that looks abit like red velvet cake) was placed in front of me. Anyway, to my (pleasant) surprise my watermelon cake tasted like watermelon.
Some days I wake up phyically and mentally tired. Exhausted. Acing. Heart pounding. Gutted that I am awake. Somehow, I am still alive, and now I have a responsibility to live. I have to find the energy, again, to get to the end of the day, again. There was a phase when I would have just stayed in bed. Now, I am able to convince myself to make myself vaguely presentable and go out. I promise myself that it will be worth the effort; and I know the dread wont last forever. I know an hour of boogie bounce will help me breath. And I have a mission to complete. I have to keep working my way thought the Liverpool Echo’s list of 9 best places to have ice cream in Liverpool.
By the time I have finish off my chocolate, and orange & biscuit ice cream from P&D Italian Deli, the imaginary hands that choke my throat starts to lose their grip. More importantly, I am already thinking about which flavours I am going to try next time. The day doesn’t look like it will be so bad afterall.
I often display meerkaks like traits. Im either consistently checking over my shoulder or up ahead. If, for whatever reason, Im busy, possibly checking my phone, or googlemap, or maybe just focusing on eating a really messy ice cream (while it melt all down my hand because I ordered a cone), then I expect another member of the group to keep look out. If I am on my own, I will sit with my back to a wall or seek shelter at a bus shop for a few minutes of safely. But Australia was different.
For a start we were enjoying these doughuts and nutella while out in the evening at a little festival during the Adelaide Fringe. Yep, that’s right. I walked round a city at night. I wasn’t hiding under a blanket or duvet, trying to keep safe, like I do at home. I don’t remember keeping an eye out for hazards and dangers (other than in the fair ground). I don’t remember thinking there are too many people, or this isn’t safe. I don’t remember thinking “what if…?” (except maybe at the fair ground…).
I remember enjoying the freedom and fresh air, and the views, and the pretty city lights, and the view of the moon, and my friends company. I remember not being able to decide what I wanted to eat, so I ordered, ate and enjoyed all my options. The festival was everything you would expect. It was quint. It had food vans, a crappy little fun fair, nice little shop stalls, music, festival type lights, and most importantly a vibe (the good kind).
So on this night, I sat at a table in the middle of the field in the middle of the evening focusing on nothing except dunking those nutella loaded doughnuts into my big fat mouth.
This Chocolate Mint ice cream took me back to my childhood. I don’t mean it in the same way that the smell of freshly cut grass takes you back to sunny days in the local park. Or how the sentation of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth makes you feel safe. I am referring to that rush to eat the ice cream before it melts all down the cone, and before you know it both of your hands are somehow covered in ice cream. And the ice cream continued to drip down onto your shorts, and then shoes. And you become one sticky mess.
Turns out I never learn. Should have ordered a bowl not a cone.
This was a nice double chocolate muffin. It was everything you would expect from a chocolate muffin (chocolately and moist). But this muffin was extra special. It was 3pm, I was hungry and I was on a natural high. I had spent the afternoon having a private tour of the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary. I had held a koala, a python, a barn owl and a white-bellied sea-eagle. I had fed the platypuses and tazmanian devils. Life doesn’t get much better than that.
Everytime I have a double chocolate muffin I hope I remember those moments. I want to remember how koalas smell like eucalyptus, and how I laughed hysterically as the snake wrapped its tail round my thigh. I never want to forget that feeling; that buzz. And that is why this double chocolate muffin was special.
Happiness is when your peanut butter and chocolate milkshake lives up to expectations.
Imagine you are having the most amazing day. You have had a really nice lunch in the middle of Gaintree rainforest (served by two guys wearing an elephant and tiger wooly hats in over 30 degree heat); and you have seen some amazing veiws of the forest and Cape Tribulation. Its getting late, and you are now on your way back to Cairns, when the tour guides asked if anyone would like to stop for icecream.
Me Me Me!!!
This ice cream parlour is special for a number of reasons. Firstly, it is in the middle of the Gaintree rainforest. Secondary, the ice creams are made from fresh tropical fruits from their orchard. Lastly, there is no choice. Each cup contains four flavours, which changes thoughtout the seasons. There isn’t even a choice between cup and cone (thought I go for cone everytime!). I had banana, passion fruit, davidson plum and wattleseed flavours. As I am a bit of a fussy eater, so this meant I tried flavours that I would not usually have chosen. I am also incredible indecisive. I have walked out of shops because there had been too much choice (how many different deodorant does a shop really need?). I have bought 13 pairs of shoes in one go because I couldn’t make up my mind which pair to get. Last christmas I spent over 3 hours in 4 different places picking out a christmas tree (switching beteen real and artificial)! I ended up buying artificial under the logic that it would mean I wouldnt have make any more decisions about christmas trees for at least a few more years. There was no umming and ahhing about what to have. The ony question you have to answer is “do you want ice cream?”, and whoever said no to that.
Since this blog is suppose to be about food, I should probably mention that the banana ice cream wasnt that great. I have never had passion fruit, davidson plum or wattleseed so I couldnt tell you which scoop was which. But they were perfect for the end of a very hot day in the rainforest.