Stuffed.

Stuffed.
We had a bit of a foodie weekend. Saturday we were invited to a barbecue at my co-worker Bridget’s house in Malabar, a suburb in Sydney’s southeast. We borrowed the GoGet car and I successfully piloted us all the way down Anzac Parade. (Google told us to take the Tunnel, but no way. Baby steps.) I arrived with resolve to stick to my healthy eating plan, resolve that melted away in the face of sparkling Merlot and wedges of Brie. The rain started pelting down again, and I tell you it felt amazing to eat wonderful food with good friends while watching the waves crash into the Malabar headland. This is such a beautiful city. We made it home in one piece and spent twelve hours digesting… before heading out to meet up with Leanne and Brendan at the Good Food Show. We tried a little bit of everything. The highlights were the Korean stall where I bought some kimchi (and successfully greeted the chick with “Annyong haseyo!”); sampling the always delicious brews from Redoak; and getting a whiskey tasting lesson at the Jack Daniel’s booth. But really, what else are you going to do on a cold, gray winter weekend?