Without the aid of regular flour, I lavished the mix with a bit of self raising.
They came out a bit fluffier than a textbook nut, earning them the title 'ginger poofs'. Delicious.
Not long after the poofs came out of the oven, I drove over to Elsternwick with Sam and Tess to visit Tom 'Gayfag' Walsh, for the hell of it. Tom, as you know, is highly skilled on the board.
We skated a surprisingly functional pre-fabricated park for an hour or so. Sam looked on, offering the ridiculous trick suggestions and actually very beneficial technique pointers he has made his trademark at such occasions. Tess ran about eating scraps of food and repeatedly stealing a man's tennis ball. A good time all round.
Saturday brought a trip to the famed Hanging Rock, to work for Raph in his Beatbox Kitchen.
My chauffeur was Sebastian, or Seb-o as he is known in 'the box'. He brought a hell of a mix CD (to which I am listening to now, I think this is Danzig), as well as bucketloads of his characteristic skewed charm.
Although we worked like dogs (or much harder than dogs, if you use Tess as a barometer of hard work), there was much merriment and fun to be had. In this shot, Hannah from Neighbours is talking to Aaron (a newcomer to 'the box').
The line-ups were pretty crazy throughout the show. My role as 'Fryman' ensured I didn't exactly see much of the show, but I did relish performing my tasks to the tones of Paul Kelly, then the man himself, Leonard Cohen. What surprised me was these people were standing in line as Cohen played, you know, 'Bird on a Wire' and 'Hallelujah' in an absolutely beautiful setting. Wouldn't you just take a seat and enjoy it? Good burgers, I suppose. I cooked about 400 servings of fries.
Raph on the grill. It was good to be back in 'the box', plenty more to come this summer.
The box by night.
I took a walk to the toilet towards the end of LC's set, pausing to take in 'So Long, Maryanne'. Not bad at all.
On Sunday, Rosie, Tess and I went to the beach.
It was bloody lovely.
Tess loved it too.