On Sunday, Pia and I celebrated our first anniversary in the tradition we set during the years before we wed — a cool, windy ferry to Manly, a contemplative wander to Shelly Beach, and a scrumptious dinner at Le Kiosk. We were much happier with the food this year, particularly the pumpkin gnocchi, kingfish sashimi (we stared at it for a few moments before realising that we could pick it up with a fork) and lavender ice cream. To think — we were almost going to break with tradition and go somewhere else!
On Wednesday, Pia celebrated my birthday by making beef stroganoff with mashed potatoes for dinner. Being a vegetarian, she ate fake plastic bangers and mash. Heresy! She gave me a mighty-fucking-huge-lump-of-granite mortar and pestle. It mashes, it squishes, and makes pesto in three different ways! The Ubuntu team didn’t give me a final release to play with (as planned six months ago), but managed to push out a beta instead. It’s the thought that counts, right?