Fancy fare

I spent a delightful Saturday afternoon at Fitzpatricks Inn in Westbury, Tasmania.

The two-hour experience was set apart from my other high tea experiences by the live music. A lovely local lass played the harp and the pan-flute. Told stories of how she came to own her first harp prompting lessons (an ex that owed her money and paid her back in instrument, as he made them) and also of her travels (the pan-flute is the national instrument of Romania).

While we listened, we ate: finger sandwiches, drop scones with cream and jam and mini-everything...

That's hot!

With the weather cold enough in Tasmania to freeze one's face after five minutes exposure, staying warm is a priority.

The hot drinks at Coco Bean in Launceston are helping.

And look how pretty they are!

An ode to Omi

I come from a cake loving family.

Whenever there is a birthday, there is a decision on cake to be had. A most important decision.

For some important celebrations, we don’t have to make a decision – we have three or four cakes instead.

If I could, I would order a cherry cheese and poppy seed cake from Bauers stall at Salamanca market for my next birthday. (Sorry, I ate first and took a photograph second.)

Goodness it’s delicious. There’s the creaminess of the cheese, tartness from the sour cherries and a slight bitterness from the poppy seeds.

A cake my Omi would have been proud of.