Hello! Anybody out there? Earth to Beach Cottagers.
A funny thing happened yesterday. I got in contact with someone, on the other side of the world, via email, abled by the world wide web, about an issue I need help with – it turns out said person reads my blog and has been doing so for a while…hello lovely!…it’s weird when that happens. I’m like, oh, right, errrrm so now I know that you know that I am not all professional and business-like, now I know that you know that I spend many waking hours foofing and painting and adding to my white bedlinen collection. Now I know that you know that I have a whitewashed broomstick. And that broomstick riding happens in these here parts by the beach. Oh.
Anyway it got me thinking.
I wondered who this girl was that I had contacted via email, how she read my blog…she was reading this little corner of the web from her place and who else is out there too? … who are you today???? I know I have asked that before but, like, hello, what are ya like and what are you doing? And what time of day is it …how’s the weather (had to ask that I used to be English)…and do you think I am a complete fruitloop for putting white paint and shells all over the web for any old Tom, Dick or Harry to have a gander at?
Never mind though all that wondering, but please feel free to comment and say G’day, it does get somewhat lonely on this side of the screen, stuck in the study or the Summer House talking to oneself…but let us get back to the job in hand….today ladies of zee web we be talking white things that you eat. I thought seeing as it is Friday (well at least it is in this part of the world) you could take a full-on calorie laden onslaught of food photography and that you might like to see what I made yesterday arvo.
You see, I was in need of food therapy – do you know what I mean, when you just feel all will be better in the world, if, for afternoon tea, you have about your person, or indeed in your fridge, a huge big Pavlova, topped with oodles and oodles of fresh cream (with fresh fruit which reduces the amount of calories, right??).
I think there is something in eating naughty things that makes you feel good….well it certainly does for me…
Also I have been fairly good in my efforts in losing thigh wobble (ie I have exercised) this week so I thought why not go for a Pav for Friday…oh my!
This Pavlova and indeed the blueberries were, without a doubt, stupendous!
But, dear reader, if you are thinking wow superwoman made that stupendous Pav, went out to collect the eggs from hens just pecking outside the back door, picked berries in the garden for it (with basket over arm while wearing white linen) and milked a few cows for the cream, I will tell you that you are just a leetle bit wrong.
Because, I cheated on the Pavlova…yep Margaret as in Fulton, or Delia as in Smith would so not be impressed, because Pav is not made by my fair hands, rather Pav was bought from a store…and not only that, it wasn’t some fancy deli with sun-blushed tomatoes and organic duck eggs with ladies who lunch frequenting the establishment….nup ladies this beauty came from the supermarket…as did the cream and the berries.
One thing I have learnt in my forty-is-the-new-thirty little life is I like to take shortcuts if they are good ones…some make call it cheating…this Pav is an example…though I sure can make a Pav, and often do, I also like this one up my sleeve (or in my pantry)…it’s good, it’s fuss free, it can be thrown in your pantry and forgotten about for a few weeks only to be dressed up with fresh cream whipped in a leetle blue mixer in the tattiest old cottage on Sydney’s beaches and laden, randomly, with the jewels of the berry world, also known as blueberries…
And with just a minimum amount of assembling, piling and building, Pav is very much your new, sugar-laden, oh-my-gosh-this-is-going-straight-to-my-thighs , Friday-is-the-new-Saturday girl’s best friend.
And with that, it’s goodnight from me and it’s goodnight from Pav
Next time you Herberts, be vereee careful ladies I am watching you, whereever you are in the world, I can seeeeeeee you, I am here, looking at your from inside your computer screen, girl with paint, girl with shop-bought Pav
S as in Sarah