*It was at a that moment that we realized that we had a very great need for pancakes. And so, shortly thereafter, we found ourselves at the Wooly's comparing the various ingredients and prices of instant pancakes (we were not feeling terribly patient).
~And so, armed with a just-add-water shake-n-pour pancake mix, a bunch of bananas, the store brand Nutella - this took some real discussion and research, as off-brand Nutella is often very unsatisfying indeed, but this one had the EXACT same ingredients list with equal percentages of chocolate makings and hazelnut content, and the Woolies...
*there is some dissension between us regarding the correct spelling of the abbreviation of "Woolworths"
~ clearly, I'm right. Anyway, the Woolies brand has often proved itself, we took a risk which paid off, and went for their chocolate-hazelnut spread. With the addition of a small canister of cinnamon, all that was left was to wait for breakfast time.
*Because we were feeling very noble and exceedingly motivated, we decided to go for a run before brekkers.
~Also, because we thought there was a decent chance we wouldn't be able to move that fast after banana-nutella pancakes.
*That too. Anyway, we had a lovely run down the road, across the beach, and through a bit of rainforest. Feeling that our heart rates had been sufficiently elevated for one day, we returned to the hostel for a deliciously artery clogging breakfast.
~We acquired the water. We played the maracas with the shake-batter jug. We sliced bananas. We washed a skillet. We were ready.
* I poured, she bananaed, and we ate 'em hot.
~Now, some people say the only civilized way to eat is sitting down, at a table, with cutlery. Place settings aside, we've actually been pretty good about gathering all the necessary implements and sauces and sitting down together somewhere for our comestibles, but I say, sir, letting pancakes get cold is a crime. Besides, then they don't properly melt your chocolate-hazelnut spread. So we cooked 'em up and split them down the middle and ate our banana pancakes right over the stove while the next one cooked. It was perfect.
*Yumm, chocolatey, bananay, gooey goodness. After eating as many pancakes as we deemed prudent (by which I mean as many as possible) we departed for the Sunday market.
~Held in the park area just beyond the train tracks, down Skinners Shoot road (and on our walking route to happy hour at the Buddha Bar), the first Sunday of the Month Market in Byron is locally famous.
*And for good reason. The crafts are awesome, the food is delectable, the music is great (American folk country today), and there are more delicious samples than you can shake a stick at.
~As with seemingly everything retail-ended in Byron, the food was massively expensive, but impressive. Happily, there were items at today's produce stalls reasonably priced enough that we are now in avocado and ladyfinger bananas, and not passion fruit only because Ben didn't think he could eat half a kilogram of them by himself. We'd sampled passion fruit at the last Thursday market, and while I found the flavor impressive, and maybe I'd cook with it, it's not a fruit I'd ever deliberately eat in it's entirety.
*I love the flavor of passionfruit but it has more seeds and more tang than just about anything else I have eaten. The prospect of being responsible for the consumption of more than one or two was a bit more than I thought I could manage.
~And so we wandered through a sea of tents of artisans and food purveyors and entertainment, stopping again at Pure Melt Chocolate, whose chocolates, made purely of coco butter, powder, and vanilla, are unreal. The spit of rain from early in the morning had completely passed, and the sun grew hot to the point where I was sweating under my very fashionable straw hat, thrilled with the heat. We parted ways for the afternoon, Ben to town and I to the beach, and subsequently reconvened in the hostel kitchen, to blog and recharge Plucky and gnosh on lady-finger banana.
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