Still full on memories of the feast that greeted us at the family Christmas last year, we headed down to Tasmania this past weekend for an extra-long Easter holiday with Friedel’s family.
Here’s a few shots from the veritable buffet that awaited us, and a couple of other shots under the rule of ‘just because’. Above are my four eggs from the massive batch of hard-boiled eggs we had to get painted before the guests arrived.
Winter is on its way back into the Melbourne lifestyle, but a few pleasant days remain and I made the most of Saturday’s warmth by having a few friends over for a barbeque.
I also bought myself a ‘new’ bicycle, which you can just make out in the background of the below photo (after the split). It’s a 1996 Trek 470 Fast Track, and I bought it off a friend who picked it up for a song and restored it over the course of a few weeks.
I’ll take some nice photos of the bike when I get a chance this week, but for now, some barbeque shots. I really do love this camera o’ mine.
What’s the collective noun for ninja? Is it ninjas, or does it remain ninja? Perhaps it’s ninjai…
I caught up with some car-loving friends for lunch today, with the main focus (see what I did there) being the Ford Focus RS that I picked up for work this week.
Despite the threat of continued storms all across the state, we jumped in the car with friends Kev and Aly today to check out the Red Hill Farmers’ Market down on the Mornington Peninsula.
Afterwards, on the way home, we detoured through Mornington to see what’s what.
I spent Christmas in Tasmania. Now, more than a month later, some photos.
My friend Steph invited me out for a Christmas dinner with her, her fellow and a number of her friends last night. Resulted in some great shots.
Fuh. A relatively quiet (and plenty enjoyable) night on Friday watching Michael Palin docos and drinking expensive French cider was followed on Saturday morning by a fantastic home-cooked scrambled eggs this utterly amazing fresh bread from some bakery in Nicholson Street.
At 30, that’s my idea of a good time!
Saturday afternoon saw us kick off festivities for Kev’s buck’s night, with the groom and groomsmen heading down to The Jam Factory to watch Red. Excellent movie. We missed the first 10 minutes of course, because none of us bothered to tell the groom that anything was even happening!
Now that’s solid planning.
After the movie, it was off to the Tiki Bar for drinks, along with the presentation of Kev’s costume (the poor bastard) and the challenges he’d be facing for the night.
A great time was had, though I don’t mind admitting I went too hard too soon, and ended up heading home early. Don’t quite recall the trip home…
A few snaps this morning. Such a beautiful day in Melbourne. Heading out again shortly. Must hang my washing out…
This morning we ate at Cavallero in Collingwood, which we’ve been to before and loved enough to return. Last time we sat at a big communal bench, and this morning we sat at a little round table in the window. I think I preferred the communal bench. It was a big heavy sleeper-like wooden thing, and it was just oddly nice to have strangers around, happy and chattering away.
I had the baked eggs with tomato, baby spinach, some sort of cheese the name of which I can’t recall… curses.
Enjoying Kim Stanley Robinson’s Icehenge, while munching through a fatty lunch at Nando’s.
I would have gotten away with it too, if not for those pesky chips…
Yeah, I’m a wuss. Can’t handle them hot sauces and seasonings.
It’s become a little bit of a tradition to join my friend Jasmine (check out her blog, dardoandme.com) and her little man Eduardo on Tuesdays, but with my lady’s bday falling on a Tuesday this week, I ended up skipping out on Jas and the little D.
No fear though; a proper dinner party has been planned for tonight, so I’ll be heading over there shortly.
In the meantime, here’s some shots from the last time I dropped over.
