lamb rack and braised shoulder

lamb rack and braised shoulder, spiced carrot puree, baby spinach,
pine nuts, herb crust, asparagus

I’ve never been this delayed in writing a post. It’s been 2.5 months since our Townsville trip and I’d all but forgotten about our dinner out at Seasoned, that is until I was scrolling through my camera roll and it’s like HOLDUPAMINUTE. That. That lamb. Holy heck, that lamb was delicious. And so 2.5 months later, here it is in all its glory.

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yummy cake

Some days, it’s 8am and you’ve already contemplated going out and buying cake. Some days, it’s a reality. You go out and buy not one, but two portions of cake, with All The Intention In The World of sharing it with a friend. Turns out your friend isn’t having sugar right now – how convenient. So you eat all the cake, all by yourself. And you feel damn good about it.

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happy sam

It’s Friday, what’s not to be happy about?

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Three Williams, Redfern

Remember back in the day when weekends meant brunches out? Yeah, vaguely. And then suddenly there was The Void. Tiredness and morning feeds and early naps meant that for a while there, weekend brunches traipsed off with the unicorns but alas, we’re back. Life, as it seems, does eventually resemble what it used to be (or at least a distant third cousin of what it used to be). Two days in a row now we’ve had breakfast out, and proper trendy breakfasts, mind you, not just the corner shop B&E. Friday’s Copper Mill wasn’t so awesome but yesterday, Three Williams absolutely nailed it.

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vanilla cupcakes

Every birthday boy deserves a party, even if he doesn’t  actually know what the heck is going on. Last Saturday, we celebrated Sam’s 1st birthday (as well as the fact that we’ve survived a whole year ourselves) with beautiful sunshine, friends and family, and lots and lots of deliciousness.

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sam turns 1

Today, my little snugglebug turns one. 12 months ago, right at this very moment, I’d been a mother for all of 25 minutes. I’d spent 16 hours in labour, tried to deal with the pain drug-free (failed), tried gas (failed – because honestly, aside from making my head feel a little wooh-wooh, it really didn’t do much for me) and after 12 hours of the most excruciating pain ever, an overpaid anesthesiologist stuck a needle in my back and all was right with the world again. I lay there in a beautiful drug-induced numbness, appreciating my pain-free body like I’d never done before. And 25 minutes ago to the second, my world changed forever with the arrival of the most precious bundle I would ever have the honour of cuddling.

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