To celebrate our final week in Sydney early one morning my sister and I headed down to Circular Quay. We had a beautiful breakfast perched on a rolling lawn in the botanic gardens, overlooking the Sydney Harbour Bridge and Opera House. And we weren’t plagued with guilt regarding how much we’d spent on breakfast. If you find yourself a tad peckish down at Circular Quay you’re looking at around $7 for a muffin. A muffin. After finding ourselves trapped in this situation more times that I’d like to admit, we opted to bake our own muffins the day before and pack them along with a freshly cut fruit salad. I can assure you the breakfast was significantly healthier and tastier – not to mention cheaper – than one we would have purchased. Continue reading
Does anyone actually enjoy moving house? Of course it does quite depend on where you’re going, the circumstances and so on, but surely no-one likes packing. It’s a drag. Perhaps it’s my neat-freak tendencies that spoil the ‘fun’, but honestly what’s there to like about having half packed boxes lying around the house, just waiting to be tripped over? Come on, don’t say you haven’t yelled expletives at a box because it was ‘in the way’ (and not you just being a clumsy soul). Does it sound like we’re in the middle of moving house? Mmm. Buh-bye Sydney. It’s been nice knowing you for a year.
Taste Without Waste 