Our life is made out of a great number of small incidents and a small number of great ones. People tend to remember the great incidents, as for me I love to remember the small ones instead. And throughout my life, stupid things happen to me all the time. Because it happens to me all the time, people think that I am stupid. To tell you the truth, I am not. Stupidity comes to me like a bad luck. I am about to tell you a stupid event which remained vivid in my memory.

Flashing back 15 years ago, I was just a little girl in primary school. My grandmother believe, as a growing child, I must have a proper three course meal everyday. So she packed my school lunch for me. Everyday I will get a small portion of sandwich for entree, noodles or rice for the mains, and a different selection of dessert all the time.

One fine day, she prepared berry pancakes for my dessert. It was a big day that I can never forget. That's because it was really unusual. I only get fruits or cakes for dessert. But that day, I had a berry pancake!!!!!!!!

I had a torturing three hours of classes before the break. That is because I couldn't wait to eat that berry pancake in my lunch box. Finally when the bell rang, I rushed to the canteen where other children were seated. Slowly I open up my lunch box and display all my food on the table.

I was contemplating of eating the berry pancake first, but I remember my wise father taught me, "You must save the best for last then the taste will remain longer in your mouth". It became a habit for me to do that. To think about it, no wonder they serve dessert at the end of the meal. Because it is the best part of all. But after you continue reading this story, you might change your perception. I'll give you a good advice, life is uncertain, eat your dessert first.

I chewed my food and I swallowed. Chewed and swallowed. After done that repeatedly, I came to the dessert moment. The berry pancake was staring at me and begging me to eat them.

But before I could pick up my fork, the fire alarm went off. All the children start to get panic and running around like headless chicken. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to ignore the commotion and continue eating my berry dessert but there was an announcement on the speaker that everyone has to leave for the field immediately. My teacher grabbed my arms and dragged me out of my chair. There I was...parting with my berry pancake like two lovers refuse to let go off their hands at the train station.

Eventually, I was standing at the field, but my heart was with the berry pancake. The headmaster announced that there was no fire and it was merely a fire drill. He must be playing a personal prank with me. After half hour listening to his endless speech, we were allowed to dismiss.

I ran to the canteen, only to find that the place was perfectly clean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I asked the cleaner where was my berry dessert, and she told me she threw away everything on the table, so my berry dessert is probably in the rubbish bin. I couldn't believe she threw away the most precious dessert I've ever got in my schooling days! I felt like I was just been sucked into a black hole.

Just so you know, I spent the next five years in school eating fruits and cakes for my dessert. I awaited for the precious berry pancake, but for some reason, my grandmother did not make it anymore.

I'm becoming insane because there is a lack of sugar in my body. Last week, while Alwin was buying lunch, I told him I wanted to take away the Mango Sago Dessert from the Taiwanese shop. They told me it wasn't ready yet and it takes four hours more to wait. I didn't have four hours because my girlfriend bought tickets to watch The Confession of Shopaholic. So I had my lunch without the Mango Sago Dessert.

On weekend, I went there for the same thing. Unfortunately the shop was closed :(

And today...after a long day of hectic work, I thought of having some warm Mango Sago, the boss told me they couldn't find any mango during this season. I feel like cursing!

Am I just bad luck, or what?

I'm going to forget the Mango Sago. I don't think I will get it anyway.

A friend asked me why I don't bake that often now. That's because I've moved house. And my new kitchen sucks!

The space is too small and I feel claustrophobic. But that's not really the main issue. The oven sucks too! And that's the thing that annoys me til now.

I burnt my fairy cupcakes on the first time because I haven't got used to the oven. It's been three months since I moved in, but I still haven't get a hang of it, especially to adjust the temperature.

The only successful bake was the Victorian Sandwich I made for Dixon and Alwin. Tonight I'm going to bake some banana cupcakes. Markus bought some banana for me last night and I don't know what else to do with it.

By the way, Eastlands Cheesecakehouse bakery is really good. I only tried the Baked Cheesecake. It was fabulous.

Referring back to the previous post. Is this dessert plate look any familiar to you? Same plate, same setting!

Last Wednesday himself and I went to Restaurant 373 at North Hobart for dinner. As predictable as I can be, I always look forward for the dessert. And so I ordered the Creme Brulee (again!).

I have to say, the Creme Brulee at Kermadec is so much better than this one. I'm not prasing it because the Kermadec pastry chef is reading my blog. But it is the truth. You can taste the difference immediately. The caramel crust on top was too chewy and thick so it stuck in between my teeth. The one in Kermadec was really crusty and thin.

The three black dots are the chocolate coated honeycomb. The honeycomb is very sweet by itself. It would be much better if they coat it with original bitter dark chocolate.

And lastly the two other dots are lemon tart. I never like tarts or biscuit for dessert. They are fine with tea, but not after a heavy meal. The lemon cream was too sour and the biscuit breaks each time I took a bite. So it was really messy.

Other than that, Restaurant 373 is really good for its food. You should check out their pork entree. They literally melt in your mouth. And I love the crispy skin pork. Yummy!

Their mains are really limited. They will be 4-5 choices but although it is limited, I can never decide what to eat. I just feel like ordering everything. All of their selection is worth trying. Worth every single cent. But mind you, they always change their menu. I do hope they have better dessert next time (or was it my luck that I choose the wrong one?).

Restaurant 373
373, Elizabeth Street
North Hobart
TAS Australia