I knew this day would come.. my first 4th of July in Australia.
I love the 4th of the food, fireworks, parties, and all American music. I absolutely love my country, but I knew that moving to Australia would someday mean that I wouldn’t be celebrating the 4th of July in the heat of the summer but in the cold of winter – and that finally came this weekend.
To kick off the weekend Ben and I cooked an amazing dinner Friday of sauteed chicken with spinach, basil, sun-dried tomato, and mozzarella, poured a glass of wine, and watched Letters to Juliette.
Have you seen this movie? It’s poorly rated, has poor acting, and yet I bawled my little eyes out. I think this spoke to me more than it should have (I’m starting to tear up now thinking about it). If you haven’t read the story of how Ben and I met I encourage you to read it. The whole time I watched this movie I thought what would my life have been like if I never found Ben again. I’m convinced that I would have gone looking for him at some point because I never would have forgotten about him and the eight hours we spent together. I’m not a sappy person, in fact I am not a lovey kind of person by any means, but…. tomorrow or today (the 6th of July) marks 10 years since the day we met and it’s got me all in my emotions. I might not be sappy, but I am sentimental.
That’s enough emotions for now, I’ll bottle those up until tomorrow when we celebrate our anniversary.
Saturday we woke up and got to work tackling our weekend to-do list by working on our visa application so I can stay in Australia and eating Doughheads! We swore we were going on a diet last weekend and we wouldn’t have anymore donuts but I am developing a recipe for an ice cream company this month, and we couldn’t pass up a chocolate hazelnut donut with praline, or a Boston Cream on the 4th of July!
Yes, I ate all of those.
Just kidding. We ate one each at Doughheads and then went home to do more visa work and ate our second donuts for lunch. We set the meal plan for the week and then went out to do our grocery shopping.
We split up in store because I am planning a big Fijian dinner for Monday night, Ben tackled the rest of the shopping for the week. After getting back home and putting away all the groceries we went to Coal and Cedar for American cocktails. Coal and Cedar is a New York inspired speakeasy, they only let 60 people in at one time, and a password is required; we we were hoping at 5pm there wouldn’t be many people inside. We were right, only two other couples at the bar with us.
I got two apple cocktails that were sweet and delicious, while Ben got a flight of rum aged different years. I sipped a few of his glasses and the Diplimatico (aged 20 years) was by far my favorite!
We’ve determined this is definitely going to be our new hangout as it’s within walking distance of our house so we won’t have to worry about driving there.
We continued our American adventure walking to the new restaurant Foghorn Brewhouse which is owned by a New Yorker and served NY style pizzas, hoagies, and cheesesteaks! Plus it’s a brewhouse, so all beer is made in house as well.
Unfortunately, we were not impressed by the food at all. As a former Philly girl I am used to my runny cheese whiz all over steak and veggies and there was hardly any cheese on this sandwich – and it wasn’t whiz or runny. And the buffalo wings were so hot that I only at two of them and Ben brushed as much sauce off of the others as he could while he burned his lips eating them.
We will give it one more go and try their pizza which everyone seem to order there. I don’t think it looks like a NY pizza, but we’re going to try it before deciding if we will keep this one as a place we’d frequent.
Sunday we woke up early (that to-do list was calling my name) and took the car to get washed and eat breakky next door. Well…. the car wash guy told us he wouldn’t give us the was we wanted and said that the condition of our car warranted a super deluxe wash instead of just deluxe and was going to charge us an extra fee for the size (we drive a small car and Ben cleaned it out the day before so that we could get a good clean easily) so we left! We headed to the furniture store to get the couch pillows I have been longing for.
And when we got there, they had not only sold out of both pillows I wanted but discontinued them entirely. I’m now back to stage one on the living room planning.
We were pretty bummed at this point but headed to a 2nd carwash who washed the car and vaccummed for a better price and quicker than the first place quoted us. Maybe our bad morning was ending?
We decided to lift the curse of the chicken wings and went to The Lucky, another American restaurant in Newcastle with amazing buffalo wings!
I read my Eat Pretty Things e-book (which I printed to write all over) and then the food came.
The wings were amazing, the fried pickles were too, the curse had been lifted!
When we got home I got straight to work preparing Strawberry Limeade Margaritas – a blog recipe coming soon (as soon as my week of sappy-ness and 3 work events is over). SOTI (straight out the iphone photo) here. Oh, and that’s not salt on the rim – it’s agave sugar – and it’s amazing!
To say I was cranky by 5pm was an understatement after being up all day so I took the longest nap ever, and when I woke up I started prepping the Fijian dinner for our anniversary – you guys Bacon Jam is a thing, and I think it’s the best thing I have ever made!!
What did you get up to on your weekend?
Have you ever celebrated the 4th of July in another country?