I haven’t had Embutido in ages and I’ve been missing the taste, smell, and texture of this “served-during-special-occasions-usually-during-Christmas” dish. I’ve been meaning to prepare this but haven’t had the chance to, at least until now. I decided that the sunshine, nor my so-called “fitness regime” would stop me from having Embutido for dinner TONIGHT.
No. This isn’t a travel related post. I don’t think I’ll be doing any more travelling in the near future (no funds, no leave credits) and I’m kinda not in the mood to trawl through photos of my previous trips and dig up stories from my memory box so, instead of sharing a story about a physical journey, I’m posting a little bit about my culinary journey. This post is all about my very first attempt to make Tiramisu.
Nestled at the top end of Cuba Street is a quaint little restaurant called Arthur’s. For those not in the know, Arthur’s is the more masculine equivalent of the very feminine Martha’s Pantry (which I wrote a short blog post on about a year – or two ago). I have been to Arthur’s twice since I moved to Wellington and loved my experience there on both occasions. However, even though I keep telling myself to return and have a meal again, I never really got to it – at least not until this evening.
One of the girls who used to work where I work dropped by to say hello this morning. Since it was close to 10:oo am, it was decided that we’d all have morning tea and a chinwag at the Laundromat (the cafe is actually called Laundry – must make a mental note to try out that place sometime soon) but they haven’t opened yet so we proceeded to the girly-50’s inspired cafe that is Martha’s Pantry which is located at the corner of Karo Drive and Cuba Street.