Coffee snob

3 Nov

It’s true, I am a fussy coffee snob.  In fact, I’m proud to admit it!!

One of my dear friends has coined me a beverage snob due to not only my coffee snobbery but also my cafe/chain cafe snobbery.  I don’t like Gloria Jeans nor Starbucks.  I can bore you with my philosophical aversion to chains such as these, but let’s just say that I have issues with them.  I’m one for the independent cafe owner.. unless it’s Bourke Street Bakery or Sonoma, they are in a special category which is a-ok in my book of rules to live by. 

The upshot is that I’m hard to please when it comes to coffee.  Luckily Benny, the barista in the cafe within my work, is awesome.  Rarely does he disappoint.  This includes funny, sardonic banter which frequently sees me through the day.  I do have favourite brands: Campos, Toby’s Estate, Allpress.  When I see these, I know that I have a fairly good shot at getting a decent coffee ‘cos boy, when I’m on the end of a bad coffee, it can really ruin my day!  I know that there is an art to a good coffee and unfortunately, I did work in a cafe for a while and know some basics.  So when I see the barista fail to purge the machine or clean the group head, I feel myself starting to seeth.  Uncleanliness is unforgivable in my book.  Don’t be lazy, wipe that wand.

On a recent mini-break with a friend, she expressed how difficult life must be when one has such standards.  She suggested that her lack of fussiness made her a whole lot easier to please.  Obviously, a ridiculous statement to make to a devout coffee lover.  Ludicrous, in fact!

Which brings me to the point of this post, a very disappointing coffee at Catherine & Piper cafe in Lilyfield/Annandale.  For the price they charge, the very least they can do is make a decent  coffee.

Phew, feel better now I’ve gotten that off my chest!



8 Oct


A hilarious read – The Family Law, by Benjamin Law

8 Oct

I love a good book.  Although, I am picky about my reads.  In particular I love travel stories, bios, memoirs and the odd novel.  Ohh, also anything written by a foreign correspondent (Red Square Blues, Absurdistan, Lost in Transmission and Holy Cow just to name a few).

Recently, one of my besties (and my kinda sister-in-law) gave me The Family Law by Brisbane writer, Benjamin Law.  Ben is a great writer, funny and achingly honest.  He also writes for one of my favourite magazines, Frankie plus other broadsheets but I’ll let you look them up.  So I was already familiar with his writing style and with Emma’s raves about it, couldn’t wait to start.

Well, it only took about a week to read this little gem!  Let me explain that the Law family are Hong Kong/Chinese/Malaysian and moved to the Sunshine Coast in the early negotiations of the hand over of Hong Kong back to China.  They are an eclectic and insane (in a good way) family.  One of five children, Ben recounts snippets of his life.  He allows you a sneaky, voyeuristic glimpse of growing up on the Sunshine Coast in the 80’s and some more recent tales.  You relive so many cultural cringes, family embarrassments and sibling brawls.   Nothing is sacred, everything is joked about, similar to ‘it’s all fun and games til someone loses an eye, theirs is ‘Until that day, we’ll be laughing’.

Crazy, complex and down right hysterical.  I haven’t had such a good belly laugh in ages.  Probably my favourite Law is his mum, Jenny.  She’s been through some traumatic times and it so frank about things that it makes you blush.  She’s tough and caring, no topic is taboo, not afraid to guilt trip, has a hoarding problem and loves to use the word c&*t.  Some golden quotes from Jenny are…. 

  • to Benjamin on the pain of childbirth ‘Can you imagine squeezing a lemon coming out of your penis-hole?  Yes, yes!  That’s what it’s like!  I’d like to see a man squeeze lemons out of his penis-hole.  OUT OF YOUR PENIS-HOLE, BENJAMIN.  You can’t even imagine, can you?  A whole lemon – with the points on each end and everything, except this lemon has limbs.  Out of your penis-hole.  PENIS.  HOLE.’
  • the war wounds of childbirth ‘After that many childbirths, your vagina meat goes all floppy’.
  • on her children not calling her ‘One day, you’ll tink to yourself: “Oh, maybe I should call Mum!  On the telephone like a normal person! But hello!  Jenny is dead!  Yes!  You will have a dead mother.’  I’ll let you read the rest, pg 162.  Keep reading because there is a side-splitting bit about Jenny learning to sms…. 

I tell you, Jenny is GOLD!

A totally fantastic read, highly recommended and get’s my two thumbs up!  

b d

Sketchbook Project

6 Oct

I signed up a few weeks ago, paid my $$ and today I got my book in the mail. I’m super excited!!

The Sketchbook Project: 2011

Hello Blossom!!

24 Sep

The warmer months in Sydney are just awesome!!

The air smells better, people are happier, the flowers are blooming, things are just ace!

My partner (or man-friend as I like to call him) is a landscaper/gardener and after much nagging I got him to buy me a cherry blossom tree and this amazing variety of japanese maple tree that has a red trunk. We’ve had them for about a month now and it’s been exciting to watch the buds slowly grow and develop in to leaves and blossoms.

We had much deliberation about where to plant them. Since we are renting, I wasn’t too keen on planting them in the ground because when we eventually move out, I want to take them with us. Debate points were the possums, our dog Samuel, where they would look best asethetically and possible theft. In the end we planted them at the front of the house, which makes for a lovely wake up in the morning since they are right outside our bedroom window. One day I arrived home from work and found Dom and my nephew Quintin, fashioning a kind of metal rope thingy to the sandstone (yikes!) to thwart potential thefts. I thought this was a touch drastic and the worrier in me just felt a bit ill that the owners may not like him drilling into the block of sandstone that is circa 100 years old! What’s wrong with the mortar? I lamented…

Anyhoo, I digress. I just wanted to share these snaps with you, taken this morning on my way out the door to work on my phone.

Have a fab weekend!

Can I tell you how much I love my dog???

23 Sep

I have a very cute 18 month old Staffy x Shar Pei called Samuel. 

My partner and I adopted him from a couple who couldn’t have him anymore as they lived in a 1 brm apartment and he was not coping.  He was about to go to the pound 😦

Well, after successfully negotiating and sweet talking our landlord, we were able to keep him.  Yay!!!  What joy he has brought to our lives.  He’s my fuzzy puppy and I’m just smitten!

Here’s a million photos….

The Fringe Cut

22 Sep

They say that there is only 2 weeks between a good and a bad hair cut…….

In March this year, I decided to go for a fringe, a blunt, poker-straight fringe despite my lovely parents telling me that I looked like a 12 year old.   And I’ve now discovered that there are very few hairdressers who can successfully pull off a blunt fringe.  I didn’t think it would be that hard??

My regular hairdresser is fantastic and very crazy, who cuts my hair from home.  This involves her equally crazy kids and crazy dogs  and occassinally her husband who knows everything about everything and will tell you, so it’s never a quick trip but I do come out with an excellent cut.  This being the case, it’s just quicker to go somewhere local where I can be in and out for a fringe trim.  I’ve tried not so far and not so wide in my local area and can’t find someone who will give me a blunt fringe.  On Saturday I thought I found the perfect fringe cutterer…. I walked out happy as, but when I washed it and straightened it, I realised that she had thinned it out and now have fuzzy fly away bits.

Oh, I know I sound like I’m being a princess and having taken a quick photo of my fringe to post, I’ve realised that it’s not as bad as what I thought it was……

Here’s the pic.