Thursday 9 June 2011

Babies, Bumps, Breasts and Baguettes

Next year I will celebrate(?) being out in the ‘real world’ for ten years. That is, it will be the tenth year anniversary since graduating high school. There will be talk of re-unions and all that comes along with, the memories good and bad, the still tense relationships and then the ones you can’t wait to see again, all the nerves, all the excitement. This past week, we embarked on a smaller version of this and what a better way to meet than over food? In fact, what a better excuse to cook and blog than a mini high school reunion? I put it out and all were up for the challenge (I say this because, well, the dishes I cooked were not tried and true, but new and ready to be experimented on, and they, unwittingly, agreed to be my guinea-pigs).



These re-union thingy’s are interesting events. You meet together for coffee individually over the years, but all together brings a completely different air of nostalgia, not to mention, it is blatantly obvious that we have completely moved out of one season in our lives and onto and well into the next. At school, as of course it would be, it was all ‘hot boys’ and how much we, like, TOTALLY hated our cruel and oppressive parents (okay so some of our parents actually were cruel and oppressive, not he point), we talked about what we were going to do when we broke free of the prison sentence we were serving at Como Secondary College, (I think at some stage I even declared I would fly to Hollywood and make it big….. wow! That so DIDN’T happen, or at least not quite like that anyway). We talked about moving out and getting real jobs (maccy-D’s not included) and we even fought like hormonal teenage girls should.
 Now it is completely different.
We talked about Husbands and Fiancé’s and about our parents as if they now have become our children. We talk about the different careers we are moving out of/into. We talk about that old prison sentence with nostalgia, and the dreams that never happened. Of how our plans didn’t work out, but we were excited about the ones we were now in and we laughed at each other being hormonal pregnant women with baby-brains. All in all, it is always interesting to sit and see where we are all at after nine years. Most of all we talked about babies, the ones in us, out of us and the ones yet to come and of course...........the process of having them...EEK!



We are married, we are divorced, we are finding love all over again, we are engaged, we are newly weds. We are pregnant, we are trying, we are breast feeding, we are pregnant again, we are D.I.N.K.’s, we are stay at home mums, we are working mums, we are changing careers, we are training. We are buying houses, saving deposits, moving inter-state, and just traveling. We are even Buddhist’s, Christians, Muslims and even in-between or un-decided. But we are laughing, happy and glowing, even if just for the night.


I hate to sound corny…..actually, no, no I don’t hate to sound corny, jut for a moment I’d like to sound corny. It was, in every way, beautiful and happy and perfect ..... and the food wasn’t too bad either :)


(for the recipes to these dishes please check click THIS)






As for the menu?
Chermoula Prawns, a warm Olive mix over Goats cheese for starters. Oregano Chicken and Potato bake, a good wintery dish, and to play it safe the Roasted Plums with Chocolate French Toast.

1 comment:

  1. Its amazing how so much can happen in 9 years, but we come together like time has not changed!

    Thank you for bringing us together with some lovely food, and a memory that will be treasured for years to come!

    xo

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