Things have been a bit quiet around here for the last couple of weeks. That is, quiet on the blog but life has certainly not been so. There have been restless and sometimes sleepless nights. A busy mind and a tired body. Lots of last minute catch-ups with old friends, discovering new places with new friends. The last few weeks have been leading up to my time to say so long to Perth. For a short while, hopefully.
Perth, you have been truly an inspiration. You have introduced me to friends I will keep for life. You created a sense of belonging for me and never once treated me like a blow-in. You made me really understand and appreciate the meaning of what it is to be proud of where you come from. The people I have met in Perth are so proud and so they should be. Perth may well be the most isolated city in the world but when you’re here, it does not feel like it. The community in Perth is strong and thriving. Especially that of local businesses, local producers and the local farmers who I have come to know and respect for their ongoing hard work to make this place the way it is.
The third meeting of the Clandestine Cake Clubbers was a big one. We had 16 mouth-watering, fluffy cakes jam packed full of flavour and as an added bonus (for me) they were all gluten free. It was amazing the variety that we had. From almond/hazelnut meal to green bean flour, coconut flour and polenta. I was blown away, as I’m sure was everyone who was there.
On Saturday the very first Clandestine Cake Club in Australia was held. It was a small gathering of some very enthusiastic cake lovers. There was a collection of all different types of cake and much ooh-ing and aah-ing at the different designs, flavours and textures. No one cake looked or tasted the same. We all got to sample some cake and take it home to gobble for later. Bonus!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!
Well hello there and greetings from sunny Perth This will be my third consecutive St. Patrick’s Day away from the nest but this doesn’t mean I don’t get to celebrate, oh no! Where I have been living over the last three years, there have been copious amounts of Irish ex pats surrounding me. Before Perth, I lived in Doha, Qatar. Doha had a relatively smaller ex-pat community in comparison to what we have here in Perth but regardless of that, the Qatar Irish Society always threw the biggest ball of the year, aptly named The Irish Ball. Glad rags were donned and curls were pinned and we went out to celebrate our national day with 500 other Irish ex-pats living in the desert. I was pretty lucky that last year Orla, the organiser of the ball asked me to submit some of my recipes for the Ball programme. It was pretty nice to see some of the recipes that I inherited from my family in print.
Two weeks ago, I started training in GAA football (Irish Football) with a team here in Perth. The team is made up of mainly Australian girls with a few Irish thrown in the mix. I was so surprised when I arrived in Australia and learned that the girls team of my boyfriend’s football club were mainly Australian. I shouldn’t really have been too surprised seeing as the team I trained with in Qatar had Australian, English, Irish, American, Scottish etc… What does surprise me though, is the influence that GAA is having throughout the world. So much so, that in September of every year, the GAA hold a Tournament known as the Asian Gaelic Games. Last year it was Seoul and the year before, Hong Kong. My boyfriend with his team flew to Hong Kong in 2010 and played against other Irish living abroad in Asian countries. They even had the pleasure of having a drink with Mícheál Ó Muircheartaigh. Regarded as one of Ireland’s greatest commentators on Irish gaelic games.
Saturday 12th November brought the Beaufort St Festival to the good people of Perth City. Stalls full of scrummy food were dotted all along Beaufort st. Between Bulwer and St. Albans. Hipsters spilled out of the uber cool bars that lined the street.
We tasted some of the fare on offer and didn’t go away hungry. On the menu was Turkish Gozleme, Marcelitas Colombian Empanadas, German Brattwurst, Freshly shucked oysters from Jerry Fraser and Paella from Must Wine Bar.
The street was packed with people enjoying the good vibes and soaking up the glorious sun of another beauty of a day!
As part of the lead up to the Beaufort Street Festival, Five Bar is taking part in a series of Beer Masterclasses to provide the local beer enthusiasts with some interesting tales and tastes on a variety of beers from all ‘Around The World’. The first of the Masterclasses was held on Wednesday October 12th. Anthony Williams of BEERtasters lead the group through a sumptuous feast of wheat, hops and barley.
The sun is shining gloriously and the birds are tweeting in their nests. The hot pants are out and the vibe around town is amazing. People are soaking up the rays and the beer
A trip to King’s Park and a punnet of strawberries are the makings of a great Spring. In my eyes. That is all you need. If life could be so simple. Strawberries and picnics, it would be a great place. In fact, I think it is. Walking around the streets of Perth and people-watching as the sun beams down on the beautiful people I began to realise, I like this place. I have been here 2 months so far and this weekend, strolling around the city in the sun I caught myself grinning. Fitting in is an awesome thing but feeling at home in a city that is not your home is pretty darn good in my books.
Taking a wander around my new home Perth last Saturday, we ventured into King’s Park on a beautiful crisp and fresh afternoon. A massive 400 – hectare park teeming with wildlife and vegetation to make anyone weak at the knees. It’s a stunning getaway from the well heeled city close by.
Before arriving at King’s Park, we took a very apprehensive look at Jacob’s Ladder. A 43 metre descent of just under 300 steps. It’s not for the faint hearted and you can see people of all ages powering up and down it, setting you up with a serious mental challenge.
Maybe next weekend…..
We headed on into King’s Park and discovered a wonderland of bushland. Plants from all over Australia and an amazing history to accompany all of it.
This big ole tree stands at the entrance to King’s Park just at the top of the scarily steep Mount St.