Annoyingly, I’ve noticed myself saying “Time goes by so fast” way too much at the moment. Or maybe I’ve been saying it forever. I don’t know. Time goes so fast I can’t remember when I first realised it. But what is time anyway? Does anyone really know? Jim Carrey maybe does. Or maybe he’s just getting to me. I’ve come across him a lot recently (see: the Netflix documentary Jim & Andy, this red carpet interview, memes) and I love him more than ever. Anyway. Time passing actually boils down to the fact that I’ll be seeing my family soon. Woo! My parents, sister and her boyfriend are coming to Melbourne in December! All the exclamation marks! I’m taking them to Hobart and Rutherglen so if you have any recommendations then give me them, please!
Here’s a few of the things that have been taking up all that time that I’m obsessed with…
We saw this movie recently, haven’t laughed so hard in a long time.
And I already have tickets to this one next week.
My favourite instagram at the moment.
The difference between Emoticon and Emojis explained.
I also loved watching this in Hoyts Lux.
And now I’m infatuated with Taika Watiti and love his Ted Talk on Creativity
Really want this sweater.
Currently reading this big boy.
And listening to the latest episode of The High Low podcast.
This was so awkward but I couldn’t stop watching.
This essay by Brit Marling should be shared and re-shared and over-shared.
Complaining about the status of the cookie industry in Melbourne (Butterbings aside) is a hobby of mine. “Ugh! Even the middle is hard” and “They add too many chips to disguise the flavourless dough” and “Well, you may have to settle for a Subway cookie” are a few of the things I hear myself saying over and over again.
I complain because I love. I love cookies.
They are the best dessert.
That is fact and I rather not argue about it.
Some would say I was cookie-spoiled by New York City. They’ve got Ovenly and Milk Bar and Insomnia Cookies and Levain Bakery. Even Two Hands knows what’s up. By the time I moved to Melbourne, I was an outright and aggressive cookie snob and I did not apologise for it.
It wasn’t anger that drove me in the beginning. I waited patiently thinking surely something will open soon. It’s now 6 years on and nothing. Again, I will mention Butterbings because they are amazing but I’m talking about the simple chocolate chip cookie we all know and love.
(This brings me to the mystery disappearance of the cinnamon and glazed donut but I will spare you that rant until I can commit to a full investigation.)
The truth, as is always the case, is that this annoyance comes from within. I’m not mad at the Melbourne Cookie Industry. I’m mad at myself. I can’t bake cookies to save my life. Or my husband’s life. Or my dog’s. I’m basically responsible for the death of my entire family.
I’ve tried for years. YEARS! I have an entire Pinterest board basically dedicated to cookie recipes. But I am not a patient baker, no. I’m no baker at all. I am someone that lives and eats in the now. The concept of starting on cookies today to eat them tomorrow is exhausting.
Life changed dramatically when I found the recipe below on William Sonoma. It takes 30 minutes max, and even if you get measurements wrong and blend things in the wrong order you get a perfect result. I don’t get chemistry enough to understand why this cookie beats all others when it basically contains the same (or less) ingredients and instructions as every other one, but I will no longer question it.
Let us enjoy and rejoice, friends! Maybe if I bake hard enough I’ll be the one to finally open up that cookie cafe Melbourne had desperately been waiting for.
Considered home to one of the best croissants in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD (according to people who write about such things), Lune Croissanterie was a real good draw card when my family was deciding where to meet for Christmas.
We considered Argentina and Hawaii and LA but all those places had one thing in common: no dependable, quality, best-in-the-world type of croissants. So, Melbourne won. Melbourne always wins!
Thanks, Lune. We’ll see you at The Lune Lab and every other (we’re not that crazy) day after starting December 22nd.
119 Rose St, Fitzroy VIC 3065
(03) 9419 2320
Karaoke is one of my favourite things in the entire world. I do not sing well but I commit to my performance and that’s what’s important.
As a young adult living in New York City, I started karaoke-ing in public rooms. You know the ones where the bar turns into the stage and strangers watch as they sing along. This type of karaoke was tough for me because I only ever participated following one-too-many-beers beers and a couple of red headed sluts.
As a grown-up adult living in Melbourne, I was introduced to private room karaoke. For fancy celebrations, like my bachelorette party, we’d book in at Fitzroy’s Rice Queen. For more common occasions and a dingy experience, we’d book in at KBox in Melbourne CBD.
Most recently, I karaoked in Hong Kong at Neway Karaoke in Wan Chai. OUR LIVES HAVE BEEN FOREVER CHANGED. I now live in fear that I will never tolerate karaoke at any other venue, in any other city, ever again. The caliber of Neway’s overall offerings vs the price paid was incredible and I will never forget it as long as I live.
Below are only a few reasons why our karaoke date night was the best:
- There was a bathroom INSIDE our private room.
- We were given a complimentary basket of snacks.
- Said basket was refilled without us even asking.
- Singers can order drinks/food through an iPad that actually worked.
- said drinks were delivered within 5 minutes of ordering.
- The staff was incredibly helpful, encouraging and patient.
- Lasers, neon lights and smoke machines were blazing all night.
- They had a SKIP (a song) button and it worked a charm.
- Neway is family friendly. We left at 1am – a family of six (youngest was four) left at the same time.
- Once you have a room you can extend hourly and as many times as you like.
- Our room was bigger than our bedroom and there was only two of us.
- No one made fun of the weird slightly tipsy married couple karaoke-ing in I <3 HK shirts. At least not to our faces.
It’s Neway or the highway, baby.