It was as usual, a feast at Abla's on Friday night. Elisabeth's friend, Kathleen, who it turns out is one of our councillors, is vegetarian, so every time there was a meat course, Abla produced a veggie alternative for her. We finished up stuffed like dumplings but very well satisfied.
On Saturday, Elisabeth went off to shop till she dropped, and she did. A jacket and a suit later she arrived home, after we had gone with Frank to Brunswick for our regular Continental Deli shop to get bulk olive oil, pasta and cheese. After Elisabeth caught the plane back to Sydney, Frank came to dinner, and Peter made a very nice chicken stirfry (with broccoli and a soy honey sauce). Fresh fruit and berries for dessert with creme fraiche and ice cream rounded off the meal. (The stirfry was for the chlorestorol, the dessert was for reward).
Today, after brunch, we met my olds at the Bundoora Homestead art gallery for an exhibition of pottery from the old Preston pottery. It was very gumnut and koala, very, well shall we say, unusual, different. But you see nothing like it in these days of the international look. Fashionable pottery looks the same worldwide, whereas this stuff was very clearly local. What has happened?
A. Nauthor is back, so I'll meet him in the next couple of days as I start to focus on Sydney.