It’s that time again — time for Su’s virtual afternoon tea. Once a month, Su at Zimmerbitch hosts afternoon tea in the blogosphere and we are all invited. You can bring something to share or just go along for a chat. I am also combining my visit to Su’s with my (early) Friday song day. My Friday song day happens each Friday (except when I post on Thursday night), and is where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
I’m a bit late (again) so I’m feeling flustered. Kind of got my dates wrong. However, Su is a most convivial host so I am sure she won’t mind. I love Su’s virtual afternoon teas because it is a great opportunity to ramble on. I’m not talking about walking, but there’s an idea. I’m talking free flowing conversation, a few good laughs, serious talk, recipe sharing, show-and-tell, and a virtual hug.
Speaking of food, I went to the Asian supermarket recently. The supermarket is normally quite busy with shoppers, but perhaps because there are few international students as a result of Covid, it was strangely deserted. I got some yummy pickled vegetables which I thought we could have for afternoon tea. I just popped them in the microwave with some avocado and cheese, and zap. A taste sensation. The chillies in it were enough to have me stripping off my winter layers. Shortly after that, I read that pickled vegetables may be carcinogenic to humans. So are very hot drinks. Just kill me now. Anyway, I don’t want to put you off.
There is something about blogs and afternoon tea with friends that lends itself to public confessions – you know, because you’re in the company of friends. It assuages the guilt. “Righto, here’s a coffee and cake. Do you need a wine? Say two Hail Marys when you get home, and all is forgiven.” So, I’ll have you know that I got two air-conditioners installed yesterday. My environmental ideals have taken a scorching lately. Geez. I can’t put up with another summer of 40c+ degree temperatures and lung-killing bushfire smoke. It is a lot of money to spend for something I hope never to use, but, you know, I like to be prepared. That reminds me, I bought too many face masks. I was so panicked about the rise in Covid-19 cases just outside of Canberra, that I just kept buying them. I regretted it, but I couldn’t help myself. It was either that or eat a lot of chocolate.
According to Queensland officialdom (Queensland is a state of Australia), Canberra is a designated Covid hotspot even though we have no active infections and have had no new infections for over 30 days. Apparently those dirty, dirty New South Welshman (residents of a state where corona virus infections are growing) keep travelling to Canberra to catch a plane to Queensland, and thus infecting Queenslanders. Yeah, so although we’ve been virus free for a month, Canberrans feel like they have a V on their back. Maybe those masks will come in handy after all.
Anyway, the nice young electrician, Vincent, had lovely long locks. I couldn’t remember his name at first, but then I thought that his mother must have been an artist or something, and named her son after a famous Vincent. I didn’t forget his name after that. Vincent also installed a new electrical switchboard for us so we wouldn’t blow a fuse every time we got hot. Now the fuse for the oven keeps tripping so I guess we’ll be seeing Vincent again. Fortunately, I made this low carb, gluten free chocolate zucchini cake before the new electrical switchboard was installed. Delicious. Don’t look at the photo too long otherwise it will make you seasick because none of it is in focus. I used the food setting on my phone. At least the cake was a winner.
I had to quickly photograph it before it was all eaten. Maybe next time I’ll remove it from the cake rack and baking paper before serving. In this virtual world, I can offer you a piece from the side that didn’t burn. Tuns out my life is scorching in more ways than one. Anyway anyway, in my imagination, the burnt side only looks that colour because that is where the chocolate has concentrated. I was kind of hoping I could make another cake before Su’s afternoon tea but the air-conditioning, the bung switchboard and my mask shopping interfered with those plans.
(Background conversation hums) “What about the Friday song?” I hear you ask. Thanks for asking. I have to admit, it is much jauntier than I am feeling at the moment, but I am sure I will feel much cheerier when I visit Su. Hope she has saved me a seat.
You guessed it, right?
Anyway, I had better run. Take care everyone. Stay sane, stay safe and be kind.
PS. I’m also joining in with the Ragtag Daily Prompt – Harvest, because I picked a song. Good enough.