It was Thanksgiving in the US yesterday. I started this post wanting to write something about being thankful, but wanted to be… you know, witty, and not corny. But alas, I have run out of wit, I don’t want to be super corny (like, I am thankful for my mum) and will just stick to stating the obvious.

Like, boy, am I thankful for Oreos.

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fat stacked ricotta hotcakes with bacon ice cream from Cowbell 808, Surry Hills

There are more truths to life than death and taxes. For me, for example, other truths include the fact that:

  1. Breakfast is unequivocally the best meal of the day;
  2. People keep asking me for breakfast recommendations in Sydney-town; and
  3. Instagram has single-handedly reduced my blogging by 50%.

Fact, fact and more fact. So without further adieu, sit back and soak up the breakfast food p0rn that is about to besiege your eyes (all taken with instagram, of course). These are some of Sydney’s best breakfasts.

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I just want to say… how frizzzzackingly good are mangoes? It’s been a great start to the season with all varieties of mangoes coming in sweet and juicy. My all time favourites are Bowen mangoes (from Queensland) but these big, juicy Calypso mangoes ($4 for 2 @ Harris Farms on the weekend) are pretty darn good.

I love summer fruits!

You know when you’re going away for a beach break and you pray and pray for great weather? And then it’s all sunny all the way up to your trip and then it’s overcast when you’re there and then it’s sunny the day you leave? Yeah, that. That is exactly what happened last weekend when a few of my girlfriends and I decided to take a trip up to Terrigal for a quick 24 hour vitamin D boost. The day we arrived was absolute shit (‘scuse the French), but of course the day we leave, it’s all sunshine and phenomenal.

But we made the most of it, even if it meant having to go wander around Erina Fair shopping mall for a couple of hours 🙂

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salmon tartare

It is absolutely a sign of old age when you start finding the music at bars a little too loud, when you frown at queues to get into clubs (and even more so at the outfits in the queues) and definitely when you call it a night well before midnight. Gone are the days of heading out at 11pm, of short dresses and sky high heels, of partying until the sun rose.

You know you’re old when a “big night out” is dinner and drinks and back on the couch before the clock strikes twelve. Yep, that’s my kind of night 😉

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