As part of my Longing for Home Series, here’s Part 2 of stuff I miss most:
6. My house – my comfy bed, my back yard, my lounge room with my big TV. My front verandah, my kitchen, my herb garden…
7. Great Bakeries and cafes. So, what IS it about sweet bread, then? Give me a grainy, complex, heavy bread any day over this weird, overly sweet white stuff. And while you’re at it, put some chicken and salad between 2 slices, and feed it to me for lunch. I also miss great pastries and cakes – why oh why are the Caribbean people NOT into such delights? I am comforting myself with locally-made ice cream and the occasional ordinary attempt at a croissant. Not to mention espresso – my favourite cafe has an OK version; the Marriott burns the milk. I haven’t found anywhere else where I can buy them.
8. My wardrobe. Although I went shopping in New York (and who can complain about that), remember that selection of goodies (mainly from my favourite designer, Eileen Fisher) this is all I wear, day in and day out. I wish I could just pick a few more items out of my wardrobe at home to supplement what I’ve got here. I’d ask Mum to do this, but I need to see my wardrobe to know what I want, so I just have to live with the limited selection here and – well – sometimes not really care I’m wearing stuff that doesn’t quite go together.
9. Cool weather. So I can go for a walk without sweating my moisturiser off.
10. Great Sydney restaurants. Spice Temple. Tetsuya’s. Breakfast at Balmoral’s Bathers Pavilion. Or the breakfast lamb tagine at Kazbah on Darling. Or Adriano Zumbo’s sweet delights. I keep reading NotQuiteNigella and seeing all these places I would love to try, but cannot get to.
I am compensating by discovering all the great places to eat here, and have found some top notch spots so I’m getting by. Including a seriously great Indian restaurant (Pride of India); I have already befriended the owner, and the wonderful Spice Mill and Beach House restaurants, right on the beach and with top class food.
But still, I could really do with some Neil Perry stir-fried quail and steamed eggplant right about now.
And, tragically, I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to Quay.