Monday, 27 July 2020

Dreams: Iguana fireworks, Chicken alfredo and the wrong flight

These three dreams punctuated the week during which I had my birthday...


Dream no. 1 - Fireworks




In this dream, I am driving to the airport to pick up Emily. The car is parked inside a multi level garage, and when I get to the entrance of the garage, I wonder transiently if I will be able to recognise which one my car is. Once inside, I found it with surprising ease, a dark blue non-descript sedan of some sort.




I get into the driver's seat which is in the left - I must be in Europe, or North America? I wonder to myself. The car makes little noise as we exit the garage. The time is early evening, and there is still a glimmer of the daylight on the horizon. I drive to the airport and pick up Emily. The process goes smoothly and soon we are back on the highway heading back towards town.




We drive towards the garage but I take a wrong turn and it is a dead end. Making a 3-point turn, I try a side street which turns out to be a one-way street ending near a park. I make another turn and finally I can see the parking garage some distance away.


At that moment, several fireworks go off. We hear the whoosh and explosion in the air quite close to us. Emily is very excited by the fireworks and asks if we can get out and see. We park the car on the side of the road, in quite a dark place with little illumination. We get out of the car and gaze at the sky - 3 fireworks are simultaneously launched from all around us and they climb steadily, streaks of orange piercing the night sky. At the same time, they all explode right above us, forming a handful of shapes that look definitely like iguanas. More fireworks are launched, and every single one forms a pattern resembling iguanas.


I am totally stunned and we are looking at each other like - how could this be what we are seeing? Then I think I would like to take a photo to show S, and as I take out my phone he is calling on WhatsApp.


Happy Bastille day! He says, beaming with positive energy. Then I wake up.


When I wake up there is a singular thought on my mind, which I immediately wrote down.
Bottle the essence of joy, and revisit it often.


(There was a tiny post script to this dream, where I buy a croissant stuffed with berries called Daisy and attend a concert where they are playing Grieg's Schmetterling on the cello)




Dream no. 2 - Island


In this dream, I am on a huge cruise liner. I'm not sure if I am a passenger or a staff member. The cruise ship is so large that it looks like it could be the Ruby Princess, but I'm not sure if it really is.


We are sailing along the ocean and soon come near land. The edge of the land curves inward gently, and we go towards the bay. The cruise liner is parked some distance away from the actual land, because there is nowhere for it to dock. I see a beautiful crescent of flawless golden sand, fringed by gently palm trees.


This is a tropical paradise. I say to myself in the dream.


We get into rubber dinghies that seem like life boats and head towards the beach. Soon many hundred, if not thousands, of people have disembarked from the giant cruise liner. Lounge chairs and beach umbrellas appear from nowhere, and someone is playing music on a portable boombox. The serenity of the tranquil island paradise is utterly lost.


Someone drags me into the corner and says they are short a dancer for the Traditional Welcome Ceremony. Before I have a chance to protest, they have put a string of flowers in my hair and a grass skirt around my waist. I am pushed out with a ring of similarly decked out girls and we start singing some traditional song.


It's a hoax! I am desperately screaming in my head to the crowd, who click endless pictures of us and cheer us on. Finally the awful dance is finished, and the crowd is receding quickly. Without the rubber dinghies, I have no idea how they are disappearing.


I look around me and the detritus of sudden tourism is everywhere - discarded candy wrappers, half crushed beer cans, trampled flowers.. I feel disgusted and suddenly extremely hungry. I ask a lady in a suit if I can eat something before going back to the cruise liner and she said that she would check on my order. I tried to explain that I didn't order anything but she wouldn't hear of it - You ordered the creamy chicken pasta right? She says with an air of authority.


I am resigned to my creamy chicken pasta fate and even start dreaming about it - maybe it won't be so bad? She comes back and tells me that all the creamy chicken pasta has run out now (maybe the generic food choice of all cruise attending people?). She says I have to settle for Chicken Alfredo instead - What is that? I wonder, and I wake up


PS. Chicken Alfredo is a creamy chicken pasta dish!




Dream no. 3 - Flight


In this dream, I am on my way to the airport to pick up Emily. (Crazy... another airport dream!) When I get there, I think it's actually the arrivals hall of Charles du Gaulle, where I waited for her last year while she was clearing immigration.


I stand in the same spot - at a little bakery shop just outside the arrivals area. The area is quite crowded and there are lots of people milling about.


After a while I see S and he is as surprised to see me as I am to see him.
What are you doing here? He asks me incredulously.
I said that I was waiting for Emily and I asked him if they had come together somehow.


No way! We broke up ages ago. He said angrily and turned away from me in a huff.
I start apologising for not knowing that they had broken up - I didn't even know they were together! He is angry and says nothing to me.


Finally he says that he had come with someone else and he was still waiting for them. I noticed that he had no baggage at all, and he was standing there with his hands in his pockets.


I keep looking out for Emily while S completely ignores me. I start to feel a bit uncomfortable about his silence and think maybe I've said or done something wrong? (An awful feeling). Then suddenly he says, There's the person I'm looking for. And I look over to where he's pointing - a man is pushing a trolley with 6 or 7 large suitcases, stacked up so tall that I can barely see the man.


As he comes closer I realise it is a guy that I used to date 10 years ago! I was absolutely speechless to see S with this man and then I wake up.

Friday, 3 July 2020

In my kitchen: July 2020



Where does the time go? I truly cannot believe we are halfway through 2020! Covid has made me so aware of how many things in my life I feel grateful for.


In my little garden....



Many of my Mr Peas have been eaten by bugs, slugs and snails, also grasshoppers.. but there has been the occasional adorable snow pea.




The radishes have been maturing, though the soil seems to fall away from the tops of them and they get eaten by various things. I finally grew enough radish and lettuce for a salad!


On the baking front...




I produced the most gorgeous loaf I have made for quite some time. This was flavoured with the aquafaba from soaking black beans, and ground / roasted black sesame .






This adorable rose-shaped challah was made with my friend's 9 year old daughter, who greedily stuffed each of the strands with chocolate chips that oozed everywhere when the challah was cut. I don't think I'd ever realised how much children love getting involved in baking!






I made these sourdough tangzhong cat buns (Kim Joy's recipe) as a special gift for my friend. Though this did take quite a lot of time and effort, I enjoyed every step of the way! I would totally make these again. According to my friend, they stayed soft and fluffy for days afterwards.


Onto the Food and Music series...




The other violinist in the quartet is quite a talented cook and she rustled up this delicious goat tagine. My favourites in the tagine are the blanched almonds and the apricots which become lusciously soft and infused with tagine spices.







We had a feast of the tagine, falafels (so bloody hard to grind!!) and pide. This was served with Schubert's Rosamunde string quartet and a special pianist also joined us to play Elena Katz Chernin's The Offering. It is really worth taking a listen to this wonderful modern Australian work with contrasting movements full of life and joy.



The violist made this dinner of beef stew with Yorkshire puddings. There's something intensely satisfying about poking a hole in the puddings and ladling warm rich stew all over them. We also enjoyed shelling the peas together - a fun group activity. We ate this wonderful meal with Beethoven's Op 18. No. 3 (particularly adore the slow movement), a little bit of the 2nd Razumovsky quartet and Faure's piano quartet after dinner.




I also got a bit obsessed with the idea of making a lattice crust for apple pie, so I ended up doing it two nights in a row. This one was the more pretty one. My friend L was visiting from the Gold Coast and we played some violin-piano duets together after this pie - including Beethoven's 5th violin sonata Spring (must be an all time favourite) and some piano 6 hand music with her mum (Rachmaninov's Romances for 6 hands).

























Finally, Barney my sourdough turned 3 and we celebrated his birthday with the Merewether ensemble with Beethoven's wind quintet Op. 16! Barney was born on my kitchen benchtop in Darwin, and it's incredible just how far he has come in 3 years. He has produced countless loaves, taught me the virtues of patience and acceptance, and brought so much joy to my life. I stopped counting how many children he has now, but it must be over 50 - he lives in every state & territory of Australia and in 3 other countries (China, Canada and US). Happy Birthday Barney!


I'm sending this to Sherry who hosts the monthly In My Kitchen series - thanks for hosting Sherry!