Farewell sweet Perth.
October 8, 2010 § 9 Comments
First of all a big thank you for all the thoughtful & honest comments on my last post (read them here if you missed it). I think we all agree that it takes hard work and a fair whack of courage to go public with your healthy choices and fly in the face of potential criticism. I appreciated Babs‘ take on it – “I get a secret thrill at being different and love getting people to taste vegan food.” Yes! I can relate – force-feeding sceptical individuals & basking in the glory of their surprised, sometimes delighted expressions is one of life’s little (smug) pleasures. Woah! Tasty vegan! Isn’t that an oxymoron?
It was also great to hear the Pure2Raw perspective, reminding us that ultimately we are eating what makes us feel GOOD! Feeling crappy after munching on a big bowl o’ normal is simply not worth it!
So thank you for all your thoughts!
My own thoughts today have tended more towards pure & unadulterated R & R. It was a classic blow-off-the-gym-in-favour-of-the-spa type scenario. (Yes, there is a spa downstairs, don’t hate!). The warm, unrelenting jets of foaming delight would have felt nice on my fatigued muscles, if I had in fact used them to any recognisable degree during the day. Sometimes a gal needs a rest day (or two!).
We did venture to Cottesloe though; we weren’t so supremely lazy.
Granted, our main design in visiting this iconic beachside haven was to loll about on the sand and enjoy a leisurely 3-hour lunch, but this is the magic family holidays are made of!
So. Much. Prettier. In. Real. Life. Why does my camera insist on somehow leaching every last speck of vibrant iridescence from the scene and producing a grossly inadequate, muted replica? Want expensive DSLR please Santa, cheers!
There was a ladybird on our lunch table. I took it as a sign of good luck/good eats!
I scored a huge plate of rye bread, tomato salsa, guac, roasted ‘shrooms & hummus. Like 1/4 plate of hummus. The ladybird was DEFINITELY a good omen.
I’ve been making up for lost time with the bread chowing this week.
Exhibit a) banana, tahini, honey & cinnamon pitta pizza.
I schmeared some Tahini, sliced banana, drizzle of honey and lashings of cinnamon to produce on of the tastiest morsels to ever cross my lips. Baked at around 180 for 10 mins…It will be a teary return to my sad-excuse-for-an-oven on the morrow. Oh the humanity!
All this bread has been making me feel sluggishly slug-like, and downright ill. I forgot how little gluten I now consume, and although bread is super dooper tasty and I am a self-proclaimed fiend, it really does not appeal to my intestines.
THIS kind of bread was more welcome.
Vegan banana & blueberry bread
Another expression of my undying love of a working oven. A lovin’ oven if you will.
I used a recipe from Oh She Glows (surprise, surprise!) that turned out an absolute delight, comme d’habitude. I didn’t have any cherries on hand, so used frozen blueberries that worked perfectly, & olive oil was included in place of canola.
In an out-of-character act of generosity, I shared it with Mum’s awesome work colleagues…I am eternally grateful for their assistance in disposing of such an obscenely tasty treat. Me & cake alone time never ends well – i’m like a female praying mantis; eating my unsuspecting lover in one final act of masochism. It wouldn’t have stood a chance!
Other photogenic tidbits from around Perth:
Getting my whimsy on with an excess of flower pics.
Roasted chick-peas. Unexpectedly amazing. Chuck them in your oven at 180 with olive oil, salt, pepper & paprika and get your crunch on.
Well that’s all from this jetsetting veg-head. Time for a final glorious riverside dinner, then back to reality!
I dread the bittersweet conclusion of holidays – a little piece of me always yearns for my own cosy room and eccentric selection of edible goods, but it’s so heartbreaking to leave! How does one cope?