Those of you who follow me on twitter knew eons in advance that Panu’s mum was coming to visit. Why? Because I tweeted relentlessly about the packets of timtams she was bringing with her and how I just could. not. wait. to get my dirty little paws on them.
Well bring she did. But wrapped she also did. The timtams are my Christmas present and y’know, I can’t be upsetting Santa what with opening presents before Christmas day, right?
Wrong. I opened it anyway. Just to make sure it was all there ~ and yes it was ~ and it’s now re-wrapped and only T-minus two days until the great (official) unveiling! Let’s see if they last that long
Hey happy people. So it’s no secret that I am madly in love with Lantana Cafe. I mean, if I had a perfect 24 hours of eating, my day would start at Lantana, and Lord knows if they were open late into the evening, it would most likely end there.
Hell and Mrs O. This lovely little addition to Lantana Cafe‘s menu has been leasing space in my brain ever since I first laid tastebuds on it two weeks ago. It was so extraordinary that I came home from brunch and proclaimed my undying love in twittersphere so perversely that I was harangued about having been paid to do PR for Lantana.
But no. It’s not PR, it was just plain nasty obsession.
After surviving our food-binge weekend in Lille, my friend Ying escaped to travel through Spain, Italy and France (in relative gastronomous sanity) before stopping by London for another few days enroute back to Oz. She gave me a day, 20 hours to be precise, in which I could take her to my favourite eat-outs. I protested vehemently that 20 hours is merely a fraction of what I needed, but hey, I can improvise.
My posts have all been a little word-heavy lately, and I for one appreciate that out of the nobody who reads this blog, nobody really has time to read all of my dribble (unless you’re really bored in which case, sorry for this lite’n'easy post, with 99% less calories).
what’s talkin?