Exotic food and a childhood memory

This morning I did my 5k run. The weather was sunny and not as humid as yesterday. I thought I was going faster, and was confident I’d record a better time, but it turned out to be about 20 seconds slower! I think sometimes I really have no idea how fast I’m actually running.

After a shower, my wife and I drove over to Annandale, a suburb across the harbour. She wanted to visit a small market where they had pottery goods. We found the address and a nice shady parking spot nearby. The place was a small building with pottery works inside, spilling out into a couple of stalls on the footpath outside. Also outside they had a coffee stall, a place selling cakes, and another selling focaccias and hot snacks.

Market Studio, Annandale

I had a close look at the hot food and found they had some really interesting Asian fusion pies and sausage rolls!

Pantry Story goods

Wow! Beef rendang pie, green curry pork roll, and prawn and chicken roll! I had to try one, and chose the green curry pork roll. It was absolutely delicious. I’m going to write up a full review for my sausage roll blog, but not tonight.

My wife bought a couple of hand made pottery plates, for us to use at home. We walked up the street a bit to the nearby shops on the next corner. While doing this, I mentioned to my wife that my grandparents used to have a warehouse in Annandale for their Paddy’s Market stall goods (they sold crockery and silverware and similar stuff). I remembered what the warehouse was like, a two-storey building down a long and very narrow driveway. I’d been there many times as a young child in the late 1970s and I reckoned I could recognise it if we happened across it and it hadn’t been redeveloped. However I thought the odds of that were minimal.

We stopped at a cafe called Clover for a cold drink and a snack, sharing a grilled halloumi sandwich.

Then we walked back to the car. It was literally just one short block, back the way we’d come, but we happened to be on the other side of the street as the cafe had been across the street. And just two doors down… I spotted a long, narrow driveway. Looking down it, I saw the unmistakeable two-storey old warehouse that my grandparents had used! It looked like it had been converted into a house, but it was clearly the same building I remembered.

The old driveway

The driveway was still dirt and grass, exactly as I recalled! Wow, firstly what an amazing coincidence, and secondly how incredible that this old place had not been redeveloped since the last time I’d been here, which must have been around 1980.

I don’t have anything else today that can top that.

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