Was a very good Friday as that was the day Mum and Dad came to visit a very excited Kay here in Atlanta. In fact, Kay was so excited and happy to see Mum and Dad that she burst into tears at the airport when they came through the gate. Mum and Dad looked a little travel worn and tired but they were a sight for sore eyes nonetheless.
As always the Atlanta welcome for Mum and Dad consisted of an exhausting and tedious journey through customs and immigration, and then a seemingly infinite wait at the car rental stand. The latter was somewhat relieved with lots of hugs, a touch of catching up and Dad doling out Fox’s Glacier Fruits to the tune of Mum’s “You’ll rot your teeth Mr Downes!”
Being Good Friday we should of course have had toasted hot cross buns that day, but as I wasn’t about to pay the ridiculous price being charged for them at the Aussie Bakery so that was not to be. Instead, the next day, when we took the folks to the Farmer’s Market I pulled together the ingredients to make some myself.
Mum and Dad had been to the Farmer’s Market before, but last time Mum was disappointed because we went on the last day of their visit and she didn’t get to sample any of the food we bought. Dad’s favourite part is the fish section and he had fun peering into the various tanks.
With both Mum and Dad being avid coffee drinkers I decided that having to attend to the espresso machine every time they wanted a drink would drive me insane and that we really needed to get a cafetiere to make things a little easier. This resulted in Mum and I taking a trip to Target where a panicked Mum was also able to buy some cheap clothes as the weather was a lot warmer than she’d been expecting and she’d not packed any warm weather gear.
Target in Edgewood is a new development and surrounding it there are several other big box stores still in the process of being built. I hope that was the explanation for the shaking floor that vibrated through us and made us wonder about an earthquake as we shopped. Made me feel like I was on a boat. Odd, and not a very pleasant feeling.
Back at the house in the evening, with Mum and Dad happy to chill and fight the jet lag, I set to baking up some hot cross buns. Everything was going really well, the dough had risen nicely and I was all set to divide it up and stick them in the oven when an unopened packet of brown sugar on the sideboard set alarm bells ringing. Oh pants! I’d forgotten to add it to the mix! In desperation I crossed my fingers, kneaded the rogue sugar into the dough and put it to the side for another round of rising. I can’t remember how late I was up making those buns after that, but it was pretty stupid o’clock! Gah.