A little diversion into the culinary world today with a textile twist. I went of to the ‘How Does Your Garden Grow’ exhibition a couple of weeks ago and had a lovely time absorbing the different styles and designs of the quilts with my Mum. It was a Sunday, a lovely sparkly Sydney spring day so not in a hurry to go home, we head off in search of a café/bakery to have ‘a little something’ in Winne-the-Pooh-style.
With the trusty help of my phone, we found where the bakery was, walked around there, had a look and found all they had left was cakes too gooey for our tastes so we wandered down the street to another café. It was a cute café, with mosaic tables and a stunning cake cabinet (I do suffer from lack of a decent cake shop within 100km, except for my fortnightly fingerbun indulgence at our local markets). Mum and I like food and cakes and photos, so set about talking photos of the cake cabinet which was beautifully presented. We took a couple of photos and were clearly enjoying ourselves too much as the matron who seemed to own the café appeared in a huff at our table and instructed us that we were “not allowed to take pictures of my cake cabinet”. I guess there was top-secret recipes in there I hadn’t noticed, or maybe a coded message we might figure out. Clearly we had stumbled on something more than a pretty cake cabinet.
Our coffee and cake eventually came and while it was nice enough, the encounter with the cake cabinet sentry left a sour taste in our mouths a bit like when there’s too much baking power in the scones. I’m sure the cake sentry must have thought we were stealing her secret recipes, but I hope she was more cheerful with her other customers.
It was a good day for a drive so we soon got our groove back and moseyed back through the ‘burbs and homewards. A fun day, with some unexpected adventures – you never know what you are going to get when you take a ride to a quilt show.
Happy munching and stitching,