December 5, 2009

To market, to market...



With the silly season well and truly upon us it is indeed time for Christmas baking, and with many great plans afoot, I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer you this week, just a couple of updates and some social observations which I can fully appreciate are contextually amusing, coming from one of the more anti-social among us. After all, it is Saturday night and I am home… alone… decalcifying my coffee machine and writing a blog (ooh yeah, the lady knows how to paar-tay!)…
So the first item is something I wasn’t going to mention, but what with Christmas on the horizon and all, I thought it would be best to save on some potentially awkward celebratory junctures. Due to circumstances outside of our control, our little garden plot will sadly not be progressing in to the future. Thanks to the generosity of a certain gentleman (muchas gracias Senor Small), we have been able to relocate and downsize in no respective order, so fortunately all is not lost. We have also decided to distantly maintain what we started until the season’s end, with the hope that we reach harvest before the wrath of summer fries everything to a crisp.
Burgeoning bounty – our lone carrot, flowering corn, first tomato, first bean, snow peas and some dwarf broads…

The relocation of operations has seen Miss Rose take on a larger share of the gardening responsibilities, allowing me more time to search for a new abode. This is never a fun time, and given the current climate, turning up with fifty others to inspect what is ultimately a rather expensive shoebox is understandably disappointing. Going by my experiences so far, apparently single people don’t cook, as they have no need for kitchen benches, and will happily have an old and completely useless electric stovetop as part of the décor. Seriously people! Seriously…
To try and counter these rental market frustrations of mine, my idea is to couple each property inspection with the frequentation of a new caffeinated establishment – and this is where my social observation comes in. Those of you residing in Melbourne will no doubt be familiar with the North-South divide. In my experience there is nothing inherently malicious in this, it is simply that people with similar interests have clustered together, and it just happens that there is not a great deal of overlap. It can also be quite a trek across the river, and as there has never been anything especially tempting down South (yes, I am a Northie), this has never really bothered me… until now. In the last few months a number of very exciting coffee ventures have opened up, and ALL of them are South-side. So there was nothing for it, it just had to be done. So I burned some wicked tunes for the slow crawl down Punt road and ventured into the unknown.
Now, despite limited visitation, Prahran market is still one of my favourites. It is prettier, more chillaxed, and seemingly more specialised than its larger cousins, and now, they have Market Lane. Exquisitely beautiful and featuring in-house roasting, Synesso espresso, pour overs and a Clover, this is my kind of space, and I would probably live there if they let me. Their coffee is delicious; I now have a pour over of my very own to play with, and cannot wait for my own abode so I can make use of their home delivery.

Market Lane Coffee
So after such a delightful afternoon, it seemed only fitting to round out the day with chocolate cherry tart.
I love baking with cherries. While they are sublimely delicious and fall gloriously into the most visually satisfying end of the colourific spectrum, I think it’s the appearance of a heinous massacre Manga-style post pipping that I find particularly pleasurable. Nothing like a little maniacal evil to help warm the cockles…

Chocolate cherry tart

And on that note…

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