I live for these days, these Wintry Sundays with loved ones. Family filter into the kitchen, one by one, and begin the meal preparation. Something slow and simple and comforting. Something like fish in a parcel.
More family arrive and we gather, catching up on the week past, the week coming…
This time, Fluffy Ducks as per my Nana’s request (recipe link). She doesn’t drink, you see. But on this day Nana requested a Fluffy Duck. I’m sure there’s a story there. In fact, I know there’s a story there.
We inevitably move onto the years past. I love to hear their tales.
Crowding the table, we’ll marvel at Dad’s homemade bread.
He is ever the studious and punctual baker.
And then, thank goodness, it will be time to eat.
Individual gemfish parcels with fennel and kipfler potatoes (adapted from Rachel Khoo’s recipe), with a side of brussels sprouts…
A spot of dessert. An assembly of Limoncello cakes, topped with homemade Jelly (made with Maraschino cherry juice), Maraschino cherries and then topped with lemon syrup spiked mascarpone (though that creamy dollop is absent from the photograph below).
Coffee, tea, satiety…
Recounting tales of cars once owned, long missed and never forgotten leads to an eager online search.
Oh the joy of discovering pictures of the 1933 Fiat won in a competition by my great grandfather. Oh, and that stunning 1937 Holden Austin Seven Coupe. And all the happy tire tales that followed. I long for such a beautiful car, those who know me well know that I’d gladly take aesthetics over functionality any day.