Wednesday, 31 December 2008


New year's eve run

A dusky run that revealed a tree limb masquerading as some sort of many-horned animal dipping down to drink

Boxing Day walk, with a stop for tea by the playground and a grey-filtered view on our way back to the river

New year's day, bathroom ledge (I'm a little hungover)

Typical twilit view from the bedroom, with mysterious purplish office building peeking through


Here it is: the macadamia-toffee-vanilla cheesecake my man Dan promised and prepared – in three stages, no less – for my b-day. Every part of this massive confection is a treat in itself: the firm but creamy real-vanilla-bean base; the roasty macadamia nut-brittle; the exquisitely fudgy caramel spilling over the sides. Sure, you can have the recipe.

And the presentation on Christmas nite wasn't bad, either. Dan's mum had also made a pavlova (right) in belated celebration of Dan's brother's b-day. After spooning up the two puddings and draining several cups of tea, we were all a bit twitchy.