For the first week we have taken things easy the day goes a bit like this, wake up at 6am meet Jemi at 6.30 for a run.. we stop at Ily’s outside coffee shop and devour a huge iced coffee each, tastes like heaven. One morning I ran by myself and arrived at the coffee shop with what I thought was six dollars, turns out it was six cents haha..they took pity on me, realised I was special and served me anyway. Our days are then filled with the beach, pool and food.Tuesday I had a day to myself and decided to walk to broadbeach.The day started well until I decided to go for a swim…two minutes in and something wraps itself around my leg and a i feel the sting go in..my mind races and I’m remembering the horror stories the boys love telling me, about jellyfish that only give you three minutes to live after they sting you. So with as much speed as I can muster I limp my way up the beach to the lifeguard. he is as chilled as then come, telling me its a blue bottle jelly fish that has stung me and Im lucky! After being treated I try and act as normal as possible and lay down in the sand trying not to draw anymore attention to myself…which is hard cause now the pain has reached my groin, the sun is intense and i have run out of water, my fingers are also stung, relaxing this is not! Later I walk back to Surfers and arrive in the Hilton food store(where Jemi works) for a coffee..Jemi takes one look at me and hands me a napkin saying ‘Oh no! what has happened to you?’ She sits me on a beautiful white leather sofa under a huge painting of Marilyn Monroe (Marilyn stares down at me with a look of distain) and Jemi serves me the best coffee yet. I try to blend into the finery that surrounds me but my leg is now white with the treatment and I am literally covered in sand..sophisticated I am not. As I stand to go, a pool of sand is left on the once pristine sofa…only Bridget Jones would understand my humiliation.
Wednesday, Maisie and I bought tickets for Sea World. On the way there we pass the Versace hotel, where ‘I’m a celebrity get me out of here ‘ celebrities stay when they get kicked out of camp. Maisie and I loved the Dolphin show the best, incredibly creatures so tuned in and receptive to humans…I could have watched them all day. we also saw baby penquins, whales, sharks sting rays and a crazy sea lion show.
Miles has been ill since we got here and after two trips to the doctors and an allergic reaction to medication, we find ourselves in accident and emergency on Thursday afternoon…five hours later it is diagnosed from blood tests that he has glandular fever, so loads of rest and good food for him. It’s a shame but even in paradise these things happen and Maisie has loved that he has not been working and she can just hang out with him…always an up side.
It’s now Saturday morning and the weather has been storming for the last couple of days, which is no bad thing as the humidity became a bit of a joke and once this has cleared things should be good. Staying in gives me the chance to sit and write my blog, I have some recipes to put up for you…unfortunately nothing thats that new, as the requests from the kids have been for all their favourite things such as, roasts and lasagne, but I hope you will still enjoy cooking them. The eating out culture here is huge and its seems that not much homecooking is done. Grocery shopping is expensive but the fruit and veg are excellent, locally produced and superb flavour.
Miles and I have been trying to cook pasties and our first attempt was pretty good. I found some lovely skirt meat over in Chevron Island, incredibly tender, but finding the right fat to make the pastry is proving a little more difficult. We can only find beef lard or coconut shortening for the pastry, not sure if white vegetable fat exists out here. Anyway we think Surfers could do with a pasty shop, well what town couldn’t do with a good pasty shop
In advance, I apologise for all the incorrect grammar and spelling its not my thing, but cooking is, so what I lack in that department I hope I more than make up for in my food…love to you all,
Deliciously Bohemian Mama