Happy Year of the Rabbit!

We hosted dinner for 20 at our house to celebrate Chinese New Year. The weather forecast was abysmal as storms were pounded Victoria and Queensland, so I ordered a marquee for the garden, stuck a chilli and shallot skewer into the ground (something my mother always used to do as a superstition to ward off bad weather), and hoped for the best.

Dylan gave me a good luck kiss which cheered me up.

In the end, we had a few drizzles, but were happy and steamy under the tent. It was a great night.

We started the dinner with the customary Chinese New Year Yu Sheng fish toss. This is a tradition where you mix together many “auspicious” ingredients on a platter, reciting traditional blessings for each ingredient that is added (for example, when you add the shreds of pomelo, you say “may the earth be sprinkled with gold”) and then everyone has a go at tossing the salad while saying “Lo Hei!” (may your fortunes rise).

The higher you toss the ingredients, the more your fortune is said to rise. The Aussies really got into this with vigor, and several people were picking fish out of their hair for ages afterwards…

Mark opened a special Leoville Las Cases for the occasion. Really divine.

I made dumplings, my family’s special pakoras, beef rendang, roasted pork with crackling (the Irishman’s contribution) and claypot rice. Friends brought a beautiful green papaya salad, lots of tasty desserts and booze….

After the party…. dimming the lights…

Giving the dog a cuddle…

And kicking off those heels after 10 hours of trotting!

This tired rabbit is going to bed…

The Art of Glamping…

Everyone here seems to be obsessed with camping. Our neighbours regularly go on 8 hour-long car trips to exotic locations in the Australian wilderness to pitch tents and try to keep their children alive. Invariably, they come back rosy-cheeked, full of beans instead staggering around with possums in their hair and braided armpits, as I would imagine.

Recently Karen came back from a week of camping, brimming with cheerful tales of her two blonde munchkins romping in the bush. “But what’s there to DOOOO??!!” I yelp like a panicked 12-year old at the prospect of no wi-fi, electric rice cookers, boiling water taps or Apple TVs….

Apparently, according to The World of Karen, one reads novels, cooks, goes for walks, finds streams to wash in and prevents ones children from contracting Lyme disease. But that’s what I do at home! And with varying degrees of success I might add!

Anyhow. The Irishman is quite taken with the idea and perhaps we shall go camping one day. The only bit that appeals to me is the nerdy packing and planning bit. Oh how I love packing!

Is it cheating to camp in an Aman tent?


Or one of these more rustic tents at Paperbark Camp in NSW?

Perhaps we’ll have to get one of these Opera trailer thingies, though at US$40k, we’d better convert it into a guestroom – guess where you’re staying next time Mom and Pop!


*The Opera Suite

* Holy guacamole…

And of course, our camping trip wouldn’t be complete without a set of these!!

(Images from Aman-I-Khas Resort, http://www.paperbarkcamp.com.au, http://web.admixconnect.nl/www.ysin.co.uk/show/nl/content/1,14 and http://funny-a-day.com)