Oh dear.

This evening I picked up my competition outfit.
As I was trying it on to show my housemate, a tiny hole appeared in the zip at the waist. The tiny hole then turned into a big hole.
Oh dear.

Its the final countdown.

Me Mam drove me to Albert Park this afternoon to pick up my cups for my signature drink. I don’t think you can ever really appreciate the speed of an automobile until you are car-less and stuck on the other side of the city in bad weather. So, I walked through the door and was greeted not by Gavin and Peta, as I was expecting, but a great big camera lens, being shoved right in my mug.

What was it all about, well, I wont spill too much, but a reality tv show was being made about their shop and they wanted me to be a part of it. Well, I get a little funny in front of a camera, a little too gummy. I hightailed it. But I am pretty happy with the result of it all, the “cups” are just splendid.

You know what? I almost enjoy running into coffees I’ve poured after I have poured them, gives me a bit more appreciation and an objective point of view when improving latte art.

So its just about three weeks from now. A few setbacks in the way of emergency hospital visits, machines disappearing and running out of the coffee I was using but well, there you go, that’s comps for you. Wouldn’t be real without the drama.

Sneak Peak.

All that hard work resulted in delectable results.

Flummery.

I decided to take a hat that I had made on its maiden voyage out on the streets of Melbourne today. Too bad the weather had other ideas! I was defeated by the wind!

On I trudged through the gusts bowling me over. I managed to make it to the safe haven of Coffee Supreme, where the Nuova Simonelli and I met again for a re-match. Its actually quite intriguing to note how different machines really effect all coffees. This ones going to be a beauty though. I managed to get some in the bottom of my high heels. I know its not practical but a day off is a day off and it means killer kicks.

It was nice seeing those fellas too, they really are a hoot.

Kate and I then cooked for six solid hours, give or take for the consumption of carbonara. There were many triumphs and a few failures. But gee, was it ever fun!

Pie Party.

I am not going to deny it, I have been neglecting the internet as of late. I promise there are good reasons for this, mostly training, moving house and being at home in the country, baking cherry pie.

Things are getting done at a rapid rate, almost a rate just as rapid as that of the approaching date. Oh gee, competition time already?
Toby has been gone so long that its almost time for him to come back. Caleb can barely contain his glee. I think he might even get a tattoo of his face, inside a love heart on his bicep.

Oh and Toshi is the best, he got me some jugs. Yay!

Careful what lurks behind your chino.

Lisa, You’re amazing.

Ta Ta.

Bad packaging.

Never again will I have crockery posted from the UK.

Java Jive!