Drew's visit

Drew has just been to stay for the weekend, and lots of fun was had. I like to think we covered all the important bases. We got off to a good start when Drew turned up with a bottle of wine that matched my fingernails. Clearly it was a sign.

We had the wine with lasagna that I made that day. As I pointed out to the boys, the buffalo mozzarella I used cost as much as all the other ingredients combined. You know that's a good sign. It was a Neil Perry recipe and it was really delish.
Jamie happened to be at Neil Perry's new restaurant for lunch with someone who knew Neil Perry, and Neil Perry came out and said hi, so Jamie had two Neil Perry recipes that day, one cooked by Neil, and one cooked by me.
Jamie chose not to take me up on my suggestion to tell Neil to cut his pony tail.

The next morning it was off for pastries to fuel our big day out. Le pain quotidien is a big bakery where you can always get a table (not a guarantee in Surry Hills in a lot of places, and nothing is worse than queuing when ravenous).
It's where Tom, Katie and Suri go for their pastries in NY, and Suri insists on eating hers with chopsticks according to something I read.
I usually get the salmon omelette, and save all the bread to eat with the selection of very yummy jams they give you.






Our breakfast took us through the day, but at around five we got really hungry, and needed a snack. It had been a tough day shopping, and in keeping with our healthy 24 hours, we got pate, chips with aioli and bubbles from an awesome wine bar. What's not to love about that scenario?? Nothing. And we loved it.

The next day we walked over to the art gallery for some crap Dutch exhibition (mainly crap because I got told off by a GERMAN security guard for taking photos - that's my heritage bitch, don't tell me what to do), and then on to Harry's Cafe de Wheels for a pie topped with mash, mushy peas, tomato sauce and gravy. Which is really a great way to make a pie better.

Then a little nod to our favourite princess. We just stumbled upon the Victor Chang Lowy Packer institute without even meaning to, and both of course were aware that Princess Mary had opened the centre, so hunted down the plaque to commemorate the occasion. She wore that nice purple suit at the opening, and Erica Packer wore this stupid porkpie hat and a sleeveless shirt. TO MEET A PRINCESS for christ sakes.

On the way home we walked past one of the houses I love. Sure, it's on a massively busy road opposite the SCG, but it's tall, skinny, is three stories high, and has turret-esque qualities. So cute.