So, I’ve just been informed by Jocelyn that she doesn’t
actually care about my opinion, so I don’t really know what the big deal is
about this review. But she’s been hassling me for months to get it done and now
she’s enticed me with scones so who am I to say no?
It was back at the end of October that I decided to head to
Jocelyn’s for a whole three weeks (or 3 nights, depending on who you speak to)
to celebrate the end of uni exams for another year and start the summer in
style.
I was greeted on arrival by scones, jam & cream. All I had to do was help whip the cream, which is definitely not as easy as it seems. After subbing in and out of the whipping arena, we eventually had some freshly whipped cream and some substantially stronger arm muscles to boot.
We sat down at the outside table to devour the scones, throw
back a few beers and play a few games of shithead. The night was off to a great
start, and I was very impressed…..except for the fact that she placed honey on
the table as well as jam, which had me slightly worried for a while there.
After this we had a relaxed few hours and enjoyed a few
casual episodes of the Kardashians. Then the time came to make dinner, which
was to be Vegetable Ravioli. Problems were evident straight away when Joz had
difficulties getting the pasta machine together, she got there in the end
though. I think it’s fair to say that she’s a bit of a struggler that girl.
We then engaged in some serious discussion about what shape
ravioli was meant to be. We went with a semi circle shape (which I still think
is the wrong shape) and struggled through the process of making our fresh
little bundles of vegetable ravioli. We had shit flying everywhere. It was
lucky someone thought to move the lounge, otherwise it definitely would have
been a nice shade of flour white. It took us a good hour or two to make the
pasta and ravioli but it turned out alright in the end. The ravioli mixture,
that was prepared earlier without my help, was lovely. I take my hat off to the
girl, she can cook.
All in all it was a lovely three weeks in Surry Hills and I
was extremely impressed with Joz’s ability in the kitchen. Who knew she had it
in her!
Note : None of the compliments in this review are true, I
just have to say it cos "You’re my friend Jocelyn".
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