point + shoot: the one with the sponge

The weekend brought some dear fellow farming friends to Brindabella. Since moving further south we don't see Tyler and Kate nearly as much, which really is shameful, but a five hour drive is hard to slot in sometimes. It was Kate's birthday on Friday so a cake was in order. I asked her during the week if she had a preference for a type of cake. The reply? A sponge. A sponge! To her credit she had no idea they were quite the tricky cake to perfect (and I had never made one before) and when she found out about my fluster over room temperature eggs and triple sifting dry ingredients she felt terrible! I, however, absolutely outdid myself in the Masterchef ranks though, even if I do so say myself. As luck would have it when I was flipping through last week's Weekly Times I came across a recipe submitted by one of our old neighbours at Ythanbrae: 'never fail sponge'. And fail it did not. Thanks Denise!

The rest of the weekend was filled with far too much farmer and wedding talk, garden walks and thinking about whether things in my garden at Brindabella would work up in the dry north west of the state. We went to see the church where we are getting married, pegged out the marquee size on the site where it will go, went for a drive to find an elusive canola crop we could see on a nearby hill, took Kate for bridesmaid dress fittings (!!!!!) and general mass cheese, quince paste and beetroot dip eating followed by a lamb roast and washed down with a bottle (or three) of Larnoo red talking about the inevitable: The Future. That pesky thing.

A serious case of Mondayitis ensued today. Great, great friends. Feeling blessed to have them in our lives and our future, no matter what that might bring xxx

Head over to Lou's to play point + shoot with me. 

Images by Emma Durkin for Cinderella at Brindabella