Hello, hello. My name is Amanda and I am here in lovely everyday polaroid land for a whole week!
I thought for my week I would take you on a little journey through my town. I do this for myself mainly because this may be my last winter in Sydney for a while. Join me as I polaroise my favourite things about Sydney and I guess, what I am going to miss about it when I leave.
Today I give you my little village and the atmosphere that comes with living in an inner city village. Breadsticks and muffins, lattes and fresh vegetables, people carrying them in baskets and cloth totes. That’s my little village.
i am already missing molly’s everyday polaroids now that she is all tucked up and off to bed. it was our fortune to have a glimpse into molly’s life; in what is a very busy time for her as she wraps up the final stages of her book. i loved it all and look forward to molly’s return. thanks lady!
and now, we welcome dear amanda. so so happy to have another australian as part of our growing list of guest contributors. amanda has a stunning knack of capturing the beauty of light and tranquility. i can’t wait to see her week of everyday polaroid. hello!
Last night, while we waited for our dinner to finish cooking, Brandon and I shared a beer and played cards. We like to play cards, but we only ever play one game: Double Solitaire. Brandon learned it from his grandfather, and he taught it to me on our honeymoon. Anyway, last night, while we were playing, I was complaining about how tired I was, and Brandon was complaining about how tired he was, and it went on like this for a while, with both of us complaining. We’re very fun people to be around. But then he looked kind of dreamily out the window and said, “But I do love how, when you’re really tired, getting into bed feels so good.”
Then he completely thrashed me at cards. Which is okay, really, because I thrashed him even worse after dinner. And then we went to bed.
It’s been such fun to be here. Thank you, thank you, for having me.
Last night I had my first Polaroid dream. In it, I went to the Parker in Palm Springs. I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard about it from Jen. My version had some sort of big, lush amphitheater out front, and a lot of people. When I walked behind the main building, there was a broad horizon with water in the distance and bright, glaring sunlight, and then a thundering pack of wild horses ran by. It was very romantic, in a Marlboro Man sort of way. Actually, now that I think about it, I might have been confusing the Parker with the Gorge Amphitheater in central Washington. Anyway, I took out my camera and tried to take a bunch of Polaroids, but what came out in the photograph was never the same as what I was pointing the camera at. For example, if I was aiming at the horses, the shot would be of the amphitheater. It was very disconcerting. I am trying not to read too much into this.
The rhubarb wanted to sit on the stoop one last time before it went into the pot.
Adapted from Dana Cree
If you don’t have any Grand Marnier, just substitute water, and consider adding some grated orange zest – just a bit, to taste – at the end of the cooking time.
1 lb. rhubarb, trimmed and cut into 1/2-inch-thick slices
1/2 cup sugar
2 Tbsp. unsalted butter
In a medium bowl, toss the rhubarb with the sugar. Put the butter in a heavy medium saucepan, and melt it over medium heat. Add the rhubarb and its sugar and a splash of Grand Marnier, and cook, undisturbed, for about two minutes, or until the rhubarb begins to release its juices. Then give it a good stir, reduce the heat to medium-low, and continue to cook, stirring occasionally, until all the juices are released and the compote begins to thicken, about 15 minutes. When the compote is ready, it will be thick and saucy, with a few tender, juicy lumps of rhubarb remaining. Taste for sweetness; I sometimes like to add a bit more sugar.
The compote will keep for about a week in the refrigerator. Serve warm, cold, or at room temperature, with plain yogurt, ice cream, whipped cream, or nothing at all.