welcome to the dollhouse.

or the new tax year, or something, which is significant only because i have to lodge not only another BAS, crap, but also my tax return. crap crap.

but that can wait. i’m off to melbourne tomorrow, chasing down some eating adventures of my own.

yesterday, charlie zumbo asked “do you like chocolate?”, and deborah snorted somewhere to the left of me. “chocolate is, like, my favourite thing ever,” i said, and suddenly, silently, a nut-dusted, chocolate-covered, pointy macaroony thing was whisked into a bag and slid across the counter towards me. i’m saving it for breakfast on the plane, along with the pale pink rose macaron, only slightly squished from falling into the bottom of my tote.

this afternoon, after a slightly fraught morning of wallpapering a dollhouse (the non-wrinkle glue i’d bought for the purpose wrinkled!) i walked up the street and met sonya, popping into zumbo just long enough to procure a passionfruit macaron for an impromptu picnic in the (chilly, oh so chilly) park. she brought me my very own matchbox, which means i don’t have to go skulking about searching for the hidden ones. magical, they are, i tells ya.

she made me not open it in her presence, and now that i am home, i have discovered a small bounty of dark chocolate chips and a recipe for chocolate chip pancakes. the weird thing about it, is that when she placed it in my hand the moment we met, i was surprised by how heavy it was, and the question i asked in my head was, “is it chocolate?”. ok, so maybe not so weird after all.

internet friends who give me chocolate, i thank you.

other internet friends, i hope to bring you wide-eyed gushy tales of good eats in that cold southern city. until then, may i recommend the archives? the last three months were pretty good, i think. ZUMBO!