Our initiation to this medieval French herbal infusion sweetened with honey, Benedictine took place at much loved Rubyos restaurant, Newtown, Sydney.

Liz introduced us to the delight of an after dinner Benedictine on the rocks.

Yesterday, we tried a Jamie Oliver sour Benedictine cocktail recipe including, brandy and lemon juice.

Perhaps swapping out Cognac for brandy did not enhance the taste experience. I hasten to add, I did not photographically record my screwed up face as evidence of the cough medicine flavour.

Today we have a winner, a Benedictine spritz.

The recipe:
Half teaspoon of Amaro
Dry sparkling white wine
Tablespoon of Benedictine

Start by adding the amaro to a champagne flute, then the Benedictine. Gently add dry sparkling white wine.

For the sweeter toothed, you can commence the recipe with a sugar cube or two in the champagne flute.

Feel free to share your favourite method of serving Benedictine in the comments below.

Crossed buns

There are periods of time around mid-morning when my mind seems to switch into standby mode. Maybe it’s to do with my blood sugar level. On this particular day I was experiencing a foggy head coupled with a difficulty to process words spoken to me.

Thoughts of a vanilla slice filled my mind as we drove to a local cake shop in Dulwich Hill. Heading past the savouries, I gazed longingly at the crisp, golden pastries, fruit tarts, croissants and brightly iced sponge squares.

A stout, pale skinned lady with red hair advised us that sour cherry was today’s special filling. After selecting one slice of tart and one of strudel the shop assistant enquired “any xing alse?” Noticing a lonely savoury egg tart on a cake stand atop the counter I pointed to it and requested the flan. The archetypal dinner lady purred “iz keeesh!”, “yes we’ll take that too” I replied. “Any xing alse?” she asked.

Spotting hot cross buns packaged in boxes of six my mind wandered to the early nineties, this matronly figure reminded of Iris with whom I briefly worked. “Hot cross buns please, two”, “better if buy six” she said, “yes two boxes please”. “any xing alse?”, “no, thank you”. I didn’t catch the next question as Iris look-a-like gestured in the direction of the coffee machine. I turned to my partner, “coffee?”, he thought this was very funny as I was being offered a carrier bag. Iris with the Eastern European sounding accent asked “vair you from?” ” I don’t know today, I’m all over the place”, I exclaimed with a laugh as I grabbed the purchases and beat a hasty retreat from the shop.