We're developing a bit of a weekly ritual thanks to the discovery of Baker D. Chirico in St Kilda. Best sourdough and croissants this side of the Paris end of Collins St. It's easily within cycling distance but I can never be bothered on Saturday mornings, so to ensure we get our weekly fix of buttery pastry warm and fresh from the oven, the planet suffers. Everything's a trade off.
The day was stellar so we all jumped on the bikes and rode down the bay to Sandringham where Shalome resides (for tax purposes only). Train back.
Bodhi and I spent the afternoon making heavy work of a lite task - affixing mud guards to my bike. A seemingly simple task dragged out to painstaking lengths by my apprentice's insistence on performing quality assurance checks on ever single nut and bolt. BBQ dinner.
The Lovely Samantha had another PT session on Sunday so Bodes and I went shopping at Vic markets. At $18/kilo the tiger prawns were practically walking out the door. Add to that another kilo of perfectly marinated baby octopus for $11 and it would have been a crime not to fire up the BBQ one more time. Global warming is one thing, but committing a crime?
Not me,
Minas.
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