A busy week in the kitchen in preparation for last weekend's Mothers Market. I love that market. It was one of the first of its kind in Hobart, and while not a regular one anymore, when it is on, it's fantastic. We ran the cafe again. A chance to cook delicious food, both sweet and savoury, in the gorgeous vintage kitchen. We used crockery from the stunning china cabinet, filled with vintage treasures of tea cups, cut glass bowls and Alfred crockery. I could easily move into the hall if I was allowed, and happily cook all day. I wish I wasn't so busy and had taken more snaps.
On Friday night we made curries and old school chicken sandwiches washed down with pink champagne. Next morning for breakfast we made rhubarb and granola with greek yoghurt, herb and cheddar muffins, baked on site so they were lovely and warm and smoked salmon and creamy scrambled egg ciabattas. For lunch the ciabatta continued, baked by Jay at Pigeon Hole, with soppressa or ham crammed with salad, and a quinoa and broad bean salad loaded with mint and feta. No pictures but all gobbled up pronto.
Today, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with how busy things are, and as ever, Amanda's words of wisdom remind me to "move as slowly as I can, as mindfully as can be." I still read her blog every morning, five years on, and get so much inspiration from her. I feel better already.
