CROQUE MONSIEUR

 

The time difference between Australia and Wales makes for relaxed chatting a little difficult .

When it’s 8 pm gin time in Trelawnyd it’s 7am coffee time in Sydney but undaunted by this my old friend Nia arranged a meet for both of us but under the strict rules of cooking together .

I’ve never done it before and I must admit it’s great fun 

We chose to make a proper Croque Monsieur from scratch 

She in her high tech, sun kissed antipodean kitchen , me in my slightly chilly but perfectly IKEAn version. 

It was lovely, as neither of us had much news of any note to talk about, so we would share snippets of what was happening in between yells of “How’s your bechimel sauce coming along ? “

“ ohhh I can hear sizzling !”

An hour and a half later, the croques were crumbs and we were reminiscing about the fatly comical kookaburras I remembered watching in her garden only five years ago .

It was lovely 

Our next meet will be in a few weeks time. 

We are going to paint together in acrylics 

An abstract painting 

Sounds like fun

Nia ( front) with my arm around her circa 1980

The rest are my family and friends 

We were in the audience of a production of Oklahoma my Aunt was starring in