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A morning like every morning

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.
~ Walt Whitman

Last night, I watched a spectacular sunset – one which said clearly, “Stop. Pay attention to me.”

That reminded me to be present in each moment… to know that the Good Life is not the Perfect Someday, or the Hive of Meaningless Activity. It is right here, right now. Walking on wet grass, releasing the scent of rain with each step. Feeling the wind graze every inch of my skin. Drinking in the glow of the setting sun. Gazing at the mist. Pausing on purpose. Dreaming, yes, but not losing sight of the waking moments or the really important things. Being thankful.

So this morning I met Herman for breakfast and there it was again – something which said, “Stop. Pay attention. Take a photo if you like…” Of what? The bright sun, the table askew, the berries stacked in his glass and the avocado spread on my toast. Or, in the case of the photo below, the End of Breakfast and the Start of Mid-morning Tuesday…

Conversation. Friendship. My work schedule for the day. The buzz of business people walking past clutching meeting agendas and other such things. Morning.

The mornings like every other morning – those are the gems.

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Moustache

It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.
~ Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

What do you remember of your childhood?

I recall abstract details… my first hula hoop; the pain of piping hot cheese toast scorching the roof of my mouth; the excitement of hiding backstage waiting for the curtain to go up. If I concentrate with my eyes shut, I can just about remember what it was like to be 6, 7, 9, 12…

These days, I find myself learning how to be a child all over again.

In recent years, life has (necessarily) involved plenty of ‘growing up’ (whatever that really means!) – a big shift from School to a world that is largely about Money Job Romance House Marriage Kids Plans Politics Catastrophes Choices Vacations Service ItDoesn’tEnd Etc Etc.

It’s exciting and necessary.

But in many ways, it’s really not everything.

All work and no play not only makes Jack a dull boy; it kills him.

Perhaps the more ‘growing up’ we do, the more we need to remember what it is like to be small, to wonder, to love without complications. To enjoy whizzing down a slide without thinking about how to announce your slide ride on Facebook. To be able to tell someone “I don’t want to play with you today” or “let’s be friends!” – just like that. To eat when hungry without worrying about getting fat.

Perhaps we could place equal importance on Big Decisions and Small Things.

Perhaps we could, every so often, leave our suits and aprons at home in favour of donning milk moustaches and eating delicious cookies.

This is Deanna, whiz and powerhouse behind Moustache. I had already heard many good things about Moustache through media and friends – this morning, I got a chance to experience the goodness in person. Yay! As I tucked into a glorious cinnamon cookie and cold fresh milk, I enjoyed getting to know the face and story behind this Cookie Wonderland.

Like so many good things, Moustache is built on passion, genius, the pursuit of excellence and a lot of hard work. I admired the staff’s friendly and calm countenances and the yummy cookies more and more as I learned the realities of building this dream and running this business.

What you see now, a concept that seems simple enough (milk, cookies, the child in all of us and a glimpse of Deanna’s childhood) – is the result of months of brainstorming and resourceful thinking done in pockets of available time. Strings of early mornings and late nights. Careful budgeting. Setbacks and victories.

Blood, sweat, tears and laughs.

Every cookie is baked fresh, on site, with good ingredients like cage-free eggs and generous bites of Whittaker’s chocolate. On that note, I discovered why the peanut butter cookies Kath and I bought yesterday at 4pm were positively glowing with everything melting in just the right places… the cookies tasted like they had just emerged from the oven because, in fact, they had. The Moustache team sends fresh trays of cookie dough into the oven every half an hour to ensure customers get a constant supply of fresh cookies!

Things I love about Moustache: the way it is so bright and user-friendly – walk in and your eyes and nose automatically know what to do. Its warmth and fragrance. The option of buying gift boxes along with your cookies. The menu. The smiling staff. And, of course, the cookies – preferably enjoyed warm with cold fresh milk.

Pop in on weekdays for morning coffee or an afternoon pick-me-up, Saturdays for a treat, or before a show at The Civic (conveniently located a stone’s throw away).

If you miss your childhood, Moustache is an excellent place for reminiscence – if you never had a childhood, make up for it here.

Thank you, Deanna, for a lovely morning!

Moustache – 12 Wellesley Street West, Auckland

Zest and berries

The merry year is born like the bright berry from the naked thorn.
~ Hartley Coleridge

Good morning, and best wishes for a merry Monday.

    Ingredients:
    2 cups all-purpose flour
    2 tsp baking powder
    1/4 tsp salt
    1 tbsp sugar
    2 eggs
    1 and 1/2 cup milk
    2 tbsp melted butter, cooled
    zest of 1 lime
    frozen blueberries
    To serve:
    lime or lemon wedges, sugar, maple syrup, banana slices or toppings of your choice
    Method:
    Preheat oven to 100 degrees C.
    In a medium-sized bowl, mix together the flour, baking powder, salt, sugar and lime zest. Set aside.
    In another bowl, beat egg yolks into milk, then stir in the melted butter. Gently stir this mixture into the dry ingredients, mixing only enough to moisten flour – don’t worry about a few lumps.
    In a small bowl, whip the egg whites till stiff. Fold the egg white into the batter. Golden rule: do not overmix.
    Heat a large skillet over med-low heat. Drizzle olive oil in to cover the base of the skillet. When the oil shimmers, ladle batter on to the skillet, making pancakes of any size. Drop a handful of frozen blueberries onto the pancakes as they are cooking. Adjust the heat of your stove as necessary; usually the first batch will require higher heat than subsequent batches.
    When bubbles appear on the surface and the bottom browns (approximately 2-3 minutes), flip pancake and cook until the second side is lightly browned.
    Serve immediately with toppings of your choice, or hold on an ovenproof plate in the heated oven for up to 30 minutes.
    Yields 4 servings.

Pastry and Coffee Cantata

When I was 13 years old, I said to my parents, “I want to make pastry.”
~ Michel Willaume

A delightful morning is had by: making pastry for dinner tonight and blogging now to “Coffee Cantata” by Freiburger Barockorchester

Though I am now rapidly running late for work… more thoughts later!