Have you ever been somewhere to buy your lunch in a place that you aren’t even sure would have anything you can eat… and there’s a vegan working there who steps forward like some kind of saviour, and knows exactly what you can eat?
It’s happened to me 3 wonderful times now, and one of those times was today, when I went to buy my lunch.
Well the spring-time party is well and truly over in Melbourne! After all those blue skies and daffodils, today we had gale-force winds, rain and hail.
While I was sitting on the tram quietly congratulating myself on wearing my raincoat to work today, the tram came to a stop and the lights went out. This wasn’t the usual minor blip in our journey, the tram had lost all power, and the driver announced that we’d have to walk through from Smith Street to Brunswick Street (which ended up being 15 minutes in the bucketing rain) to catch a re-routed tram.
A couple of months ago my mum’s older brother died. We travelled to the country for his funeral, and on the 2-hour drive home we chatted in the car about how we should get out together more often (preferably not at a funeral next time!).
So when Mum suddenly said, “I’d love to go on that restaurant tram at night, so I can see all the city lights!” the family machine kicked into motion, with the resulting back and forth emails about who could make it and when, what time sunset was, would they cater to vegetarians and vegans…you know the kind of thing.
It’s already Wednesday and I still haven’t written about Melbourne’s inaugural Vegan Day Out last Saturday! There’s a lot of deliciousness to report on, and my memory is fading by the day, so I’d better get on with it.
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At our place, at this time of the year, birthdays come in quick succession, and last week it was my husband, B’s, turn to celebrate.
Our daughter jumped at the chance to bake another of her special cakes – the more year 12 study she needs to do, the more cakes we’re eating! B and I also took the opportunity to have a night on the town.
Just near my work is a funny little café. It’s really easy to miss, because it’s tucked into the National Postal Service bluestone building. It’s called Roll Lane.
When it comes to my work day lunches, I sometimes find it a bit of a challenge to think of something to eat. It’s fine if I’ve brought my own – usually leftovers from the night before – but if I have to buy my lunch, my choices are a bit limited.
Over the last few months I’ve been a little bit excited about some new cafes that have opened up nearby – but never quite as excited as when a new juice/smoothie/salad café opened its doors recently.