6 Year Anniversary
16 May 2010, 10:29
Husband booked Lau’s Family Kitchen months ago. Apparently this is the mark of an in-demand restaurant - leave a booking til the last minute at your peril, people! Their website similarly speaks the language of popularity - there is nothing on it apart from the address. They don’t need any detail about their restaurant! Word of mouth is enough! And of course, the fact that it is owned by Gilbert Lau, once owner of the Flower Drum is a drawcard…
So we made our way into St Kilda on a beautifully clear but chilly May night, having left Scout talking the ears off our beloved neighbours Frank and Henry. That girl likes to talk.
The atmosphere at Lau’s is lovely and welcoming (exposed concrete beams, wood panelling and simple but moody lighting). Likewise, the service is attentive but not intrusive. And it was clearly a popular place as it was packed.
The food was good, but I have to say, from a chinese cuisine perspective, not particularly inspirational. The pork tenderloin for entree was nice, but a tad gristly (gristle makes me angry) and for main I had the Crispy Skin Poussin, which was delightfully succulent, although not boned, so I struggled a bit with it logistically. And it didn’t taste remotely chinese. Husband scoffed the King Prawns, which was a generous serve of plump prawns wok-fried with garlic and ginger.
The side of rice seemed redundant and not particularly good rice - tasted a bit dry. What was particularly good was my (gasp!) Mahi Sauvignon Blanc from NZ - my oh my how I miss a good SB during pregnancy. But fuckit, it was my anniversary and I was going to quaff a good glass of wine!
Of course, the highlight of the night was the company of my beautiful husband - happy anniversary baby, I love you!
Permanent Link | Comments [1]Conversation on Mother's Day
9 May 2010, 10:06
Mum: Scout, I just want to cover you with kisses!
Scout: No Mum! That’s disgusting!
Mum: OK, well how about if I cover you with cuddles?
Scout: (Pause): Yeah… fine.
Baby Bundy
7 May 2010, 10:04
Scout has nicknamed the unborn child “Baby Bundy”. Guess that crosses off “Edward” and “Albert” on our list of boy’s names…
License to Prang
2 May 2010, 10:00
Note to self: Car accidents and pregnant women do not mix. There are tears. There are trips to the G.P (everything OK, heard the heartbeat for the first time). There is the fact that the accident was ALL YOUR FAULT (pregnancy brain, natch).
The funny thing was, our car was written off on Friday. The assessor let us take the car home for the weekend, sending Husband off with the parting words “we don’t care what kind of state the car is in, as long as it rolls through the door”. Evidently, some part of me desperately wanted to smash the car and suddenly I had license to do it.
I was on my way to my first ever pre-natal yoga class. I couldn’t find a park on High Street so ducked down a side street to find a park. Not finding one, I did a sudden U-Turn without checking to see if a car was coming from behind me (I mean, who doesn’t check that shit?), heard the horn, but too late - I U-Turned straight into the front passenger side of another car. The worst part was there was a 7-year old boy in the front passenger side. What the hell he was doing there, I don’t know, but I was terrified he was hurt. So being a pregnant woman, pregnant with emotion, I started sobbing. The little boy was OK though. I actually think he thought it was pretty cool, being involved in a car accident.
Too shaken up to attend Yoga, I headed home and sobbed a little more. My gorgeous daughter was a goddess, piling high “thousand of teddies” on my lap (there must have been 20) and smothering me with a barrage of consoling kisses and cuddles. Which made me cry even harder. Can I not win?
