It’s 4am, we are driving (half as sleep) to the airport; luckily the day is not as cloudy as they said it was going to be and it didn’t rain as supposed to. After some minor issues while printing our tickets and some nasty McD coffee we laid back and waited for our seats to be called.
I’m back! I apologize on the lack of post yesterday (I can blame it on the jet lag but it was pure laziness)
I little thing I kept for myself since I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to post about it was that I traveled to Sydney! Went went just for four days to visit some friends that are about to be parents and it was the perfect excuse to fly to Australia for the first time. So over the next weeks I will be posting a couple of blog post on the trip (kind of what I did with New Zealand’s Northland) and we will call it: The Kiwi Diaries goes Aussie.
After weeks and weeks of convincing I finally talked Le Boyfriend into taking me for brunch. I don’t really know why I’m so obsessed with it, I hate breakfast, and any other day I try to avoid eating as soon as I wake up, but every weekend I have a crave for brunch, going out, and have some serious food. I became a fanatic and I’ve been asking him for too long.
He finally gave in and this Sunday we went to L’Assiette, located in the Britomart Area. I’ve been wanting to try this place for a long time, it is on every guide I’ve read ad on every “Must see” food places, including several Metro’s 50s Best Cafes in Auckland Awards. L’Assiette is a small french bistro that focuses on giving a French twist to kiwi classic meals, from Sweet patisserie to savory Galetes.
The other day I was reading a blog post on flat whites (kiwi milky coffee) and I read something quite true: Kiwi coffee sucks, well to be honest the post didn’t exactly said that, but it is true that in most places they use instant coffee or worse…the burn it. The go from a plain tall black to flat whites, that are mostly milk. What happened to the range in the middle? The macchiatos, the “cortados”…even the Nono Cesar’s (Ristretto with some hot water on the side) Shout out to my grandma who teach me that.
It’s that time again, where the streets dress up in green, the beer flows and the music is loud, it’s Saint Patrick’s Day!
I’ve celebrated two Saint paddy’s since I’ve got here, the first one was a bit frightening to be honest, with overly drunk people and two car crashes across our old apartment, this one, I might say…a lot more cheerful.
Hi everyone, today I thought I could set up a small quick guide for a day out in the city (Central Auckland) this is perfect for a Friday so if you happen to be in the city you can use this cheeky guide and get through most of the city in just one day. Most of the places I will talk about were featured earlier in this blog, so if you want more information just wander through the blog.
Morning: Breakfast of champions
What a great way to start off the day than with a yummy breakfast. Auckland is full with cafes and stores to get your cuppa, some of my favourites are: The Store, Assiette at Britomart, Cafe Melba at Vulcan Lane or Shaky Isles Coffee Co at Custom St.
Given that my laziness stuck again and I couldn’t move my butt two blocks away to go to the lantern festival (the night part of it) I was left with no blog post for today. And since I promised I was going to do at least two posts per week I feel the need to at least share something.
So… when I first moved to new zealand (over a year ago…) Le Boyfriend took me for dinner with some argentinian friends, they all had the same thing to say. No, it was not welcome or some tips on what to do in the city, it was “In the first 7 months you are going to gain 14 pounds (7 kilos).” Nice huh? I’d just finish my university thesis and due to stress, nerves and pretty much Zombie Living for a few months I had lost a considerable amount of weight, so I was determined to keep it that way, no matter what they said.
To my surprise I didn’t consider that here the food is different from Argentina, the cheeses and milk are heavier, the bread slices are thicker and there is a cheeky little place called Burger Fuel, that for all of you healthy eaters….is hell. So after those 7 months I gained almost 20 pounds (10 kilos) I’ve been slowly trying to get back to my usual weight by trying to do more home cooked meals instead of take out and by going to the gym, but I didn’t take it really seriously and the truth is, I can try 500 diets but I really don’t know what I’m doing.
Luckily, a month ago a friend of a friend came to live to new zealand (I don’t think you have noticed….but we are pretty much invading the island) and she is a nutritionist, so Le Boyfriend and I asked her if she could set a diet for us and help us track our progress. I was prepared for the worst, like a month of iceberg lettuce eating and forbidden foods but she actually came up with a diet that we can “create ourselves” she just gave us food combination and portions. So I’ve been trying my best in the kitchen to come up with some tasty dishes that are part of the diet. And as for now Le boyfriend lost 2 kilos and I lost 1.5 in a week, so I guess something is working.
What do you think of my cooking skills?
I know what you are thinking… please not another valentines day blog post… but it is not what you expect. Unlike New Zealand, back in Argentina we are not used to the whole Valentines day celebration, maybe in the last couple of years people started to get more used to it or businesses used it as an sale opportunity, but we are not the ones for celebrating it. So today you have a choice.
As of today, I have been officially one whole year on kiwi soil.
I have seen a lot of Argentinians and Latin American people in Auckland in the past few months, not only my personal group of friends, but on the streets, the beach, etc.. And lately I’ve been feeling that once we leave our country we began to fall into a pattern. I know not everyone might feel the same, so this is my sole opinion.
It’s like no matter the circumstances we left our country (good or bad), we begin to get homesick and start doing absolutely everything we can to feel closer to home; every stereotypical thing from our country. Getting together and watching football or rugby matches every time our team plays, know by heart which days each market has a stall of argentinian empanadas, getting to the darkest convenience store and cut deals with the dodgy store manager to be the first one to get Dulce de Leche or Palmitos (palm trees hearts) drink Mates, or my case, do all of them.
I have followed every step of the How to become the perfect argentinian in 10 simple steps imaginary book and did absolutely everything I either hated doing back home or just didn’t enjoy, specially….drinking mates. For all non-southamerican readers: The mate is a traditional South American drink and It is prepared from steeping dried leaves yerba mate in hot water, served with a metal straw from a shared hollow gourd. Its tradition to share the mates and if you are within a group of people they all use the same gourd.