It all started when an old friend got in touch and asked if I wanted to come down and spend the weekend on the farm (well its a big property with a few animals so I’m calling it a farm). I managed to score a few days of work so I left bright and early Friday morning (ok 9.30am counts as bright and early right?) and arrived at his place in Bridgetown around lunchtime. We spent the Friday catching up and shooting guns (as you do) and then Saturday came around… and we both thought it would be a great idea to go kayaking… The last time I went kayaking was about 8 years ago (8 years? really? this makes me feel old) um I mean 2 years ago in high school. So it goes without saying it was a rather less than successful experience. Don’t get me wrong, I have no issues with the nice relaxing part of kayaking, you know the nice calm water, being surrounded by nature and hearing the birds chirp away? It sends you into a state of relaxation that’s hard to find living and working in the city. If anyone has ever been kayaking along the Blackwood river you’ll know that there are certain rapids (especially with the recent weather) that are not so fun for the rusty kayaker… and that’s the part where I spent more time in the water, hitting rocks and running into trees… needless to say I was bruised and battered but I never gave up… perhaps I should have.
So after a weekend of adventures, I arrived home on Sunday and had a nice relaxing afternoon. I woke up Monday morning sniffing, sneezing, head pounding, body aching and a temperature that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be hot or cold. I struggled through the day at work and then spent the rest of the week in bed with the dreaded man flu. The worse thing about man flu is losing your sense of taste and brain function… The only time I stepped foot into the kitchen with the man flu, I ended up grabbing a red-hot frying pan handle (D’OH) and managed to burn every finger and the palm of my hand (oh the joys). So that’s my pathetic excuse as to why all you lovely people missed out on a less than exciting post last week, sorry about that!
Now’s my time to make up for it (hopefully). As my day off came round and I was feeling so much better and I had a vision in my head on how I wanted a photo to turn out… So this recipe was sort of thought about in reverse. I thought about all the things I would need to make the image in my head work, then I remembered a work dinner at Nam Thai restaurant in Northbridge. For dessert we had the most amazing lime tart with a delicious smooth creamy coconut ice-cream… YUM! This fit the picture in my head perfectly, however when I went to the shops my plan was foiled by the fact limes were $2.20 each and that’s just ridiculous.. Lemons were going for a mere 80c each so I decided on a lemon lime tart (yes I’m a cheap arse). So here it is 🙂