What a strange week it’s been. It started off really great, I had a lovely birthday (birthdays are kinda rigged to be fun and awesome – even in that mopey film Sixteen Candles, she got that priceless kiss in the end) and that was a handy excuse to have a good dinner. My first great meal as a 31-year-old was the Lombardy regional dinner at Vini in Surry Hills. I’m still remembering the ravioli with potato mascarpone butter and the truly kick-ass panettone sandwiches with poached peaches and home-made mascarpone.
I was also lucky enough to given some wonderful presents – these are some of the semi-food-related ones: a lovely milk bottle/vase-in-disguise from my friend Beth; a bouquet of herbs from my friend Lisa’s garden (the flowering chives are especially nice to look at) and a mini frypan from Daiso (my friend Sophie cutely said it was so I could make my own cafe-style eggs).
So that was all upside and then the downside came yesterday. I was made redundant from the magazine where I’ve worked for the last five years. I went home and made some green tea and felt really fine about it. It’s funny how all the things that count against you – that somehow can “downgrade” any of your lifetime achievements – at a family gathering or school reunion actually are handy when this thing happens. I don’t have kids and I don’t have a mortgage, so it’s a lot easier for me than other people. I have a good supply of genmaicha and two teapots (plus another for back-up) and a stovetop that can handle marathon brewing, so I feel pretty fortified. Plus I’ve got a bottle of slightly stronger stuff (yuzu liqueur) tucked away, just in case. So that’s been the last week. It’ll be interesting to see what happens next.