I recently flew to Singapore for a family holiday. I am not at all accustomed to flying a “short” distance overseas. When I have traveled in the past, it is always to somewhere far away from Australia, which requires a LONG plane flight: Europe, the US, or Canada (the longest of them all – I flew via Korea!). However, I found myself on a 7 hour flight to Singapore, with no connection. How odd.
Delightfully, I found myself on an A380, which despite having their own very special issues with QANTAS & their Rolls Royce engines blowing up or, gods forbid falling off, I was intensely looking forward to. I have to inject here that the A380 is a wonderfully superior aircraft: quieter than any other plane I have been on, and actually roomy in cattle class (sorry; economy). Especially when one’s delightfully talkative (and I actually mean that in this case. We had a lovely chat!) seat-next-door-person moves, so she can sit next to her partner, who was two rows ahead, and on the other side of the plane. Not so delightful was the family with small children behind me (I quite obviously don’t have children), although to be quite honest, apart from the seat kicking and crying every hour, were no worse than a normal family with children, and I dare say they could have been much worse. (I do not envy anyone who must travel with small children. If you do or have, you’re very brave.) But four people in three seats is always going to be squishy.
What I found also delightful on my flight was the movie Julie & Julia, which I had not seen before. What a wonderful movie! For a (very occasional, I must point out, in the past) food blogger and cooking lover as myself, this movie was an absolute joy to watch! Julia’s relationship with her husband was so wonderful to discover. And Julie’s voyage of self-discovery during her year cooking her way through Julia Child’s book was great! I don’t think I could ever attempt to do that. For one, our diet has changed so drastically in the last few months (which is another blog entry altogether) that we simply couldn’t eat what I was cooking! But what a challenge! I couldn’t imagine making aspic! To be honest, I can admit to having a meltdown similar to Julie’s at times in my similarly tiny kitchen!
I used to harbour a bit of a fantasy of actually going to a cooking school in France, as we were once tossing up the idea of going to live in Paris for a year or two, but now I wonder if I shouldn’t just indulge a little closer to home.
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