obsessed much?

Tea. I simply love tea. I love the smell of it, the taste it of, I love how holding a nice big mug of Irish breakfast warms my hands on a chilly evening. Honestly, I'm addicted.

My current favourite (cos it changes) is Madame Flavour's white with rose. You know how roses smell? Imagine that, for your tastebuds. It is sooo freaking delicious! And not so strangely, it has really reignited my love of tea.

I can probably date my love of tea back to when I was a baby and my grandmother fed me some milked-down tea from a saucer.

I love coffee, but I have always loved tea more. Which probably explains why I want to get myself a china cabinet and fill it with dainty little teacups with flowers on them, the kind you stick your pinky out when you drink from them. Now that's the way to enjoy a nice cup of tea.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to search eBay for my first proper teacup.

Aussie music is brilliant

devineiswong

So the drama continues, where reasonable responses to Miranda Devine’s original opinion piece have been ignored so that the whole thing can be blown out of proportion. Again.

Click here to see Tom Ballard's take on all the drama

I agree that Ms Devine shouldn’t have to deal with personal harassment, but she also needs to understand that she’s reacting the exact same way she is accusing the gay community of reacting to her article - that everything needs to be censored, that only one side is entitled to have their say. The gay and lesbian population of Australia are not trying to bully anyone, nor are they threatening to unhinge society just so they can have the same rights as their heterosexual counterparts, yet supporters of Ms Devine would have us believe that is exactly what is happening.

I am really pissed off with the whole situation: I’m irked that the article was afforded such a dramatic response in the first place, I’m ticked that majority of the Australian population support gay marriage yet the politicians, commentators and columnists seem to be the only ones allowed to have a say in the matter, and I’m incredibly angry that I am living in what appears to be a very backwards country. Australia is supposed to be a modern(-ish), democratic and free society, how can we be so far behind the rest of the world when it comes to this?

hope

hope hōp to cherish a desire with anticipation

It's amazing how such a tiny thing like a text message or an email has the power to arouse hope in someone. I haven't really allowed myself to hope in a very long time, I'd become quite cynical and felt like every time I started to hope that those desires were almost immediately dashed. I don't really know what has changed in me over the past few months, but I find myself hopeful again. I hear from certain people, and my heart just soars thinking and dreaming of all the possibilities that are open to me. I hope this feeling lasts (see what I did there, I'm so clever sometimes).

yummy

I haven't had all that much to blog about lately, but I have been eating quite nicely lately. Being taken out for your birthday will do that!

On my actual birthday, the manager bought me a pink cupcake. A very sweet gesture using a sickeningly sweet confection. I'm pretty sure I know where it came from, but seeing as I don't know for certain I will refrain from saying, but the cake itself seemed a little dry. The icing and sprinkles and gesture were lovely :)

For dinner that night, one of the big bosses took me out to the local Services Club. I'm guessing she was feeling adventurous seeing as she ordered the spinach and ricotta cannelloni. I, on the other hand, ordered a chicken parmigiana. For a bistro meal, it wasn't too bad. The chicken was a little dry, and the green beans were slightly overcooked, but the meal was still quite tasty. I think the cannelloni was a hit. So all in all, a meal well worth it, but not really something to call home about.

Last night was the opening of Melz at the local bowling club, and my aunt invited me out to dinner there as a late birthday treat (I should mention at this point that she's the manager at the bowlo, so I think her real motive was to gauge my reaction to the new caterer). It was roast night. Now according to my aunt, Wednesdays are going to be themed nights, eg. last night was roast night, next Wednesday will be pasta night - Wednesdays being the busy night due to members draw. Anyway, I digress. I decided to have roast chicken, my aunt went for the lamb. The food was amazing. It smelt great, and tasted even better. One of the patrons told us he loved the roast pork, it absolutely melted in his mouth. And of course, my aunt insisted on desert, a pavlova stack for her and a sponge stack for me. Mine looked almost too cute to eat, with the sponge cake cut into stars. Almost. I think I inhaled the cake, cream and strawberries!

My favourite meal from this week, however, was tonight's meal. A classic really. Spag bol and a glass of red. The real surprise is that I cooked it! I am the world's suckiest cook, but I nailed this one. Mmm, garlic.

If you've managed to read this whole thing, I'm sure you've figured out that it was all just an excuse to brag :P