Monday, 5 October 2015
It was 39 very hot degrees in Sydney today, the last day of universities' mid semester break and the last public holiday before Christmas. I was uninspired about cooking and hubby was at a wedding so in a questionable leap of logic I decided that if he was out then those of us who were left home should treat ourselves to Lebanese food.
We have a favourite local-ish restaurant which is renowned for great service and better food so off we went to get a take-away. I don't know what happened in their kitchen but it was the slowest service we have ever seen there. A number of people cancelled their orders and left as we waited but I knew that I didnt have any better ideas and I'd already invested quite a bit of time into the wait so I hung in there.
Our order was ready a half hour after we made it and the owner apologised profusely for the delay. I smiled and said it was okay, something had to be wrong in the kitchen? He never answered my idle chatter but he picked up a large plate of hommus with minced lamb and pine nuts, an uncollected order, and added it to our bag without charge.
It was a lovely gesture and it turned our modest order into a feast. We took it home, piled everything into the middle of the cluttered table and relaxed into the chaos. Perfection!