I have only been back from Tassie for a coupla days and some, and already it slips me - what I wanted to blog about while I was there. The weather back in Melbs is glorious meanwhile, azure cloudless skies, golden sunshine and a light breeze. What's a girl to do but to pick up a blanket, a bottle of juice and a book, and head out for the grassy slopes in the park? It is difficult, I assure you, to want to sit in front of a laptop while it is sunny and lovely outdoors.



These days, we traipse, happily, three blocks down to Mr Tulk's for the heavenliest coffee. "When I'm rich," the flatmate declares, "I'll hire Mr Tulk's barrista to make me my soy lattes in my penthouse." This girl, she has big dreams.

Then we head home for cheese and crackers, because we're just too lazy to tote them back out to the park - the picnic is in our living room. With marinated fetta, water biscuits, honeycomb, quince paste, some dried apricots, pastrami and salami, we have a wonderful spread before our eyes. "I want," I consider my words carefully, "a scoop of mango gelato, and one of roche from Il Dolce Freddo's later," like a girl whose tummy is never sated.



One of our favourite (newfound) indulgences is Crabapple Cupcakes. They've recently published a collection of recipes with really tantalising images to boot, but I'm eschewing the aromatic smell of baking permeating my apartment for instant gratification from their shopfront. Lined up, they are a winning combination of pretty and yum. We exercise some restraint so that we don't buy everything we see, but it is a difficult exercise, this one.