For our thirtieth birthdays – er, not very long ago, maybe it was even last year – my bestie Mary and I decided to go to New York. The trip was unequivocally centred around two things: shopping and eating cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery. We shopped every single day, and it’s safe to say that we are the worst/best shopping influence on each other – YOU HAVE TO BUY THAT - culminating in the performance of our lives by shopping for 12 hours straight in an outlet store heaven. Halfway through we stopped for 5 minutes to toss back a cheeseburger each in the same way that marathon runners grab bottles of electrolyte water in the middle of a run. So epic was this shopping event that we both felt nauseous afterwards, mine further compounded by the Commonwealth Bank calling me to see if my credit card had been stolen by some criminal with a penchant for Fendi and Michael Kors.
If You’ve Ever Wondered What Would Happen If Banoffee Pie And Tiramisu Had A Baby Then It’s Your Lucky Day: Magnolia Bakery Banana Pudding
It might be winter here in Sydney, but there’s plenty of blue sky and sunshine which means certain people* are choosing to wear shorts and singlets and thongs. It’s a trap because it may look lovely and warm but it’s actually only 10 degrees which according to Australians is bloody freezing cold (personally, anything under 20 degrees feels sub-arctic). Of course, just because it’s cold doesn’t mean the rays of sunlight are any less capable of roasting you whole if you’re not careful.
* You live in Bondi and/or you’re a British tourist.
Recently I somehow managed to convince my charming friend Nic to order deep fried calamari coated in salted egg yolk, mostly out of curiosity on my part and also because I love any damn thing made with egg yolks. I must thank him for not outright rejecting that rather unusual choice, but anyway the risk paid off – they were strangely morish, which shouldn’t have been a surprise given my love for calamari, egg yolks, and deep frying, but they seriously looked like giant luminously orange cheese Twisties. I would totally eat a plateful again now, proving that sometimes the freakiest looking things are sometimes the most delicious. I must admit that my willingness to eat interesting things is probably mostly due to being Asian. Or possibly I’m always just hungry enough to eat anything.