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10 July 2016: Oh, how I wish you were here! I took this photo from the top of Lombard Street, famous for the way it zigzags down a steep 27% incline (there are eight hairpin turns in the one block). There are tourists everywhere! San Francisco is super hilly, and from the top of the street, you can see all the way out to the water.

Beautiful pink hydrangeas line the street, and there is an orderly queue of cars lined up, waiting for their turn to drive down. I can’t imagine what it must be like to live in one of the houses here – you’d have people in your front yard 24/7!

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4 July 2016: Miss Art Deco!  We’ve found a spot to sit right at the start of the Piedmont Parade. There are vintage cars (proceeding from oldest to youngest), a horse drawn stagecoach, and marching bands of all kinds. The hilarious Balloon Platoon have just gone past – they’ve been taking part in this parade for more than 20 years! 

It’s remarkably well-organised for a neighbourhood parade. Costumed characters (including Uncle Sam) are strolling down the street, handing candy out to the kids. We bought the most American tshirts we could find at Walmart, just to wear for the occasion!

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11 July 2016: I squealed and asked Dan to stop the car when we arrived here! The Palace of Fine Arts is a remnant of a bygone era. It was originally constructed for the 1915 Panama-Pacific Expo, and completely rebuilt in 1965.

It’s an amazing space – the water is teeming with life (swans, turtles, ducks, dragonflies and oodles more) and the grassy areas are full of joggers and families having picnics. It’s such a perfect day – the best one we’ve had since we arrived. The fog (so prevalent in San Francisco city) has lifted and allowed the sun to shine through. The temperature is a very comfortable 24ºC (75°F). Great day!

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14 July 2016: The only thing that could have made Mel’s Diner better would have been waitresses on roller skates! We’re having a proper Happy Days moment – the food was fine and exactly as we expected, except for my huevos rancheros which tasted ok but looked like slop. The staff are very friendly, and the manager just offered me a 10% discount if we eat here again during our stay. Love that about eateries here – nothing is ever too much trouble, and they’re always so keen to get return business!

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12 July 2016: This guy was hilarious – his pitch was “very bad advice for $1, money back if you don’t laugh!’ I asked him if I could take his photo for a dollar, and he was more than happy to oblige! 

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12 July 2016: We’ve spent the morning at the San Francisco Exploratorium, at Pier 15 on the Embarcadero. It’s a wonderful place – two floors filled with interactive science exhibits.

Theo Jansen’s Strandbeests are on display at the moment, much to the excitement of Small Man who has watched several documentaries on them. These intriguing wind powered walking machines are made from piping, wood and fabric. They “live” on beaches and move across the sand in a very organic way. Both Benny and Small Man had a chance to “walk” them!

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13 July 2016: Oh Muir Woods, how we love you! It’s hard to believe such spectacular natural beauty exists less than an hour from the heart of the city. This 550 acre (224 hectare) reserve – half of which is old growth redwood forests – has some of the tallest trees in the world. Not just trees – we’ve seen deer, a red-tailed hawk, and a chipmunk today. Did you know that chipmunks are tiny? Or that a deer has the same face as a kangaroo? I didn’t!

Big Boy and Pete have just announced that this is their favourite place in San Francisco so far. We’re finding it hard to leave! It’s very well managed too – easy walking trails and lots of information signs.

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5 July 2016: We couldn’t come to America and not go to a baseball game! Giants vs Rockies – let’s go, Giants, let’s go!

We’re sitting up in nosebleed seats and freezing – the fog has just rolled in and it’s icy cold. Not at all what we expected from a SF summer…but sooo worth it, because it’s exactly like in the movies. There are guys walking through the stands selling cotton candy, they play the dum dum dum dum music after each hit, everyone sings “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” in between the 6th and 7th innings, and the electronic scoreboard has just flashed up “Judy, I’ll love you forever…Sam”. Next time though, I’m bringing blankets.

PS. Just noticed some locals wearing Giants (orange and black) polarfleece dressing gowns. It’s really cold!

PPS. The Giants lost 3-7. Poor Mitch was devastated!

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My desperate attempts to minimise food wastage are often confounded by my inability to pass up a bargain.

$12 for a 2½ kg box of glacé pears? Normally $20 a kilo? Yep, I’ll take them…

Huge fish heads for $5 a kilo? Don’t throw them out, give me all of them…

Free range chicken carcasses for $1 each? I’m sure I can find room for those…

Sigh.

As a result, I usually have two bulging freezers and a fridge full of supplies that need to be used up. Here are some of our recent emptying-the-fridge/freezer/pantry meals.

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Last week, our friend Johnny passed me a bag of Italian prosciutto offcuts, and the lovely Dot gave me a wedge of very ripe Brie and a ball of mozzarella…

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Before heading off to the wedding last weekend, I’d baked a double batch of sourdough for the boys. As they only ate one loaf, there was quite a lot of stale bread leftover when we got home…

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I turned it all – bread, prosciutto, cheeses and some semi-dried tomatoes – into savoury slices. One for Johnny, one for Dot, one for Luca around the corner who’s in the middle of exams, and one for Big Boy’s lunch.

They’re a doddle to assemble (basic instructions are here) and infinitely adaptable – I skipped the cream this time and used just milk and eggs. Any cured meats, cheeses and antipasti you have in the fridge can go in. My friend Patrick describes this as mac’n’cheese with bread instead of mac; Johnny calls it “bread’n’boc(concini) pudding”.

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The fish heads were all scaled, de-gilled, vacuum sealed and frozen. As I’m the only person in the house who will eat them, I defrost one every couple of weeks and microwave it, topped with a little jarred black bean sauce, scallions and ginger. It’s ludicrously easy to cook (thanks Auntie Sim!) and I love having one all to myself for dinner…

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A recent freezer excavation turned up 300g of chicken mince and two half packets of dumpling wrappers (they defrost well, so it’s always worth freezing leftover skins).

These became an easy dinner one night

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…and dumpling noodle soup the next, with the addition of noodles and some defrosted homemade stock. I’m always happiest when I have a large stash of stock in the freezer, and the pressure cooker makes that easy

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During International Scone Week, I baked buttermilk scones for Small Man (they’re his favourite). He was out during the day and only managed to eat a couple, so that night, I broke them up and used them to top a mixed berry crumble. I routinely freeze leftover cake or brioche or cookies to throw onto defrosted fruit for an instant dessert…

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Here’s an earlier one we made with leftover tea cake and frozen blueberries…

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Finally, I made fruit and nut cakes with the glacé pears…

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We usually make this simple recipe at Christmas, but it’s good eating at any time of the year, with the added bonus of being both gluten and dairy free. It was also a great way to use up all those nearly empty packets of nuts in the back fridge!

Here’s the basic formula…

  • 250g seedless dates
  • 350g mixed glacé fruit, cut into pieces (cherries, mixed peel, apricots, pears etc)
  • 80g raisins
  • 450g mixed unsalted nuts (works best if you can include brazil nuts in the mix)
  • 100g ground almonds
  • ½ teaspoon baking powder
  • 3 large (59g) eggs
  • 2 tablespoons (40ml) honey
  • 1 teaspoon homemade vanilla extract
  • 2 tablespoons rum

Instructions, with photos, are here. I baked the cakes in lined loaf tins for an hour at 150C with fan, then allowed them to cool slowly, doused in rum and wrapped in foil and a tea towel. They keep for ages and slice well if stored in the fridge…

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Are you good at resisting a bargain? And what clever recipes do you have to use up your leftover bits and pieces?

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Cousin Jono loves Laura.

We know this because he told us so on Saturday night, in a speech that moved us all to tears. Pete and I have just spent the most glorious weekend in Mudgee, celebrating their wedding with family and friends.

Festivities kicked off with dinner on Friday night and ended with brunch on Sunday. Pete’s family know how to party properly!

The wedding mass was held at the historic St Mary’s Catholic Church in town…

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At 1pm, a chartered bus picked us up from our motels and drove us to The Vinegrove for the reception. The sun was shining and the venue was stunning – elegant and relaxing and charming, all at the same time…

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A large marquee was set up for the sit down meal, but it was hard to drag ourselves away from the huge roaring fire and comfortable lounges outside…

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Gorgeous copper lanterns glowed with reflected sunlight…I loved these so much I wanted to steal them (but I didn’t)…

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The marquee was elegantly adorned with white flowers…

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We partied hard for eight hours (the first return bus didn’t leave until 9pm). The food and wine were superb, and it turns out that I’m an amazing dancer after six glasses of sauvignon blanc.

We caught up with Pete’s cousins, whom we only get to see every few years; made friends with Dave and Andy (Statler and Waldorf), the gorgeous Julia and her wee bubba; got the phone number of Bruce, who is going to be our go-to Uber driver from now on; and fell madly in love with Andrew and Emma’s beautiful children.

Without wishing to gazump the bride with photos from the actual ceremony, here’s a pic of her to-die-for Cinderella shoes…

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On Sunday morning, we drove back to The Vinegrove for a fortifying brunch of bacon and egg rolls, before making our way back to Sydney. Our new cousin Laura gave us a white bouquet off the table to take home…

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All our love to you, Jono and Laura!

Thank you for letting us share in your celebrations!

Happiness is…

…eating tender ginger beef on a cold, rainy night…

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…rocking my black heart sunnies with my red Clint Eastwood Ecuadorean hooded cape. Because it’s winter in Sydney, and the red hearts felt like overkill…

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…escaping into the city for a couple of hours on my own. Even when it’s grey and overcast, Sydney is always beautiful, and it’s always home…

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…catching the cute baristas at Gumption in the Strand Arcade cracking themselves up over their inability to pronounce the name “Hugh”…

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…baking Small Man’s favourite buttermilk scones for International Scone Week, hosted by the lovely Tandy at Lavender and Lime. Pop over and join in the fun!

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…finding an hour to temper some 70% Amedei dark chocolate into after dinner bites…

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…achieving the plasticky sheen and holey crumb so coveted by Italian bakers everywhere…

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Happiness is…

…running into Steve the Bush Jeweller at the Rocks Markets and finding that his new pendant matches my other pieces exactly. Made from an old silver plated fork and spoon, it came on a sterling chain and cost just $28…

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…learning from Auntie Sim how to steam a fish head in the microwave.

Pop a split and de-gilled head (just one side, about 350g) into a dish and cover with sauce and ginger, then cling film the top. Microwave on high for three minutes, medium for three minutes, then low for three minutes. Scatter over chopped scallions and serve.

I ate this on my own for lunch…

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Happiness is…

…discovering a new brand of shoes for my Hobbit feet. These are Wolkys and unfortunately they’re not available here (I bought then in San Francisco). To date, they’re the most comfortable shoes I’ve ever worn…

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Happiness is…

…knitted churidar pants from Fabindia – super long, über comfortable leggings that bunch at the ankles, hence the name “churidar” which means “bangle-like”. Best of all, they’re just US$22 a pair from Fabindia online, delivered anywhere in the world for free if you spend over $100…

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Happiness is…

…a new dryer.

We really did try to fix our old one, but after 16 years, it was no longer possible to get parts. We were pretty happy though when the repairman told us where to buy a Miele demonstrator model for $700 off the recommended retail price!

The model we bought uses heat pump technology, which my engineer husband believes will save us $300 a year in electricity…

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Happy days! Hope all is well in your world too!

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My friend Patrick said…”Celia, you’d make a good American”.

I’m not so sure about that, but I do know that I could happily live in San Francisco.

Last month, our family of four spent twenty-six days in California, staying with our beloved friends Dan(ielle) and Patrick. It was a trip we’d planned with some trepidation – Dan and I are extremely close, but even the best of relationships can be tested by sharing close quarters for such an extended period of time.

It’s a huge testament to our friendship (and Dan and Patrick’s great patience and generosity) that we didn’t have a single tense moment during the entire stay. And after nearly a month of living with them, we found it difficult to come home. It took me five days to get over the jet lag, but a lot longer to recover from the soul lag. You see, I left my heart in San Francisco.

I bought myself a new pair of Zenni prescription sunglasses just for San Francisco!

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This was our first proper holiday in a decade, and the longest we’ve ever been away. And I fell in love with all of it – Oakland City (where we were based), San Francisco, Berkeley and the East Bay. Most of all, I adored the people.

As a generalisation, San Francisco is a city of friendly, liberal-minded extroverts. Everyone we met was cheerful, and most were happy (keen!) to engage in conversation. Whether it was at the supermarket checkout, in a museum, or while waiting for a delayed flight, the folks we met were almost universally good natured. They have a lightness of spirit that reminded me of Sydneysiders, but their gregariousness and willingness to chat to strangers took it to another level for me. I was completely smitten.

Whilst we visited all the attractions, we didn’t have an overly touristy holiday. Dan and I shopped at Safeway and Target and Walmart; we visited Mexican grocers and Ecuadorean handicraft stores; we ate at local eateries. We attended a neighbourhood 4th of July parade, and froze in nosebleed seats at a night ballgame. The fog rolling in over the Golden Gate Bridge became a familiar sight.

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We cooked dinners at home, taught Dan to bake sourdough and temper chocolate, and sat in her backyard watching for hummingbirds. And yes, I did send packets of dried Priscilla to San Fran, where it was rehydrated into Dan’s starter Johnny Cash (you were right, Emilie, King Arthur flour is the bomb. Thanks!).

Dan's first sourdough loaf, made with her Johnny Cash starter.

Dan’s first sourdough loaf, made with her Johnny Cash starter.

Tempering chocolate with Dan and Patrick’s beautiful children – I hid the golden ticket moulds until the last minute!

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As a food lover, I found San Francisco full of surprises.

The French fries were disappointing (someone needs to introduce chicken salt to America), but there was a vast array of unbelievably good cheeses on offer everywhere, even in little corner grocery stores. Supermarket meat was almost scarily cheap. Oakland Chinatown offered live bullfrogs and tortoises for sale. And then there was the unparalleled wonderfulness of Berkeley Bowl. I have never seen produce as fresh or diverse or glorious for sale! I seriously considered moving to Berkeley, just to shop there.

I actually squealed out loud when I came across the mushroom display at Berkeley Bowl West.

I actually squealed out loud when I came across the mushroom display at Berkeley Bowl.

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It really was the holiday of a lifetime!

Dan and Patrick, Tully, Mitch and Benny, we love you guys (and we miss you desperately). Words are inadequate to express how grateful we are – thank you for making our visit so much better than we imagined it could be!

I’ll be posting more photos soon – I have over a thousand to sort through!