Just a little eye candy for the weekend in the form of Italian biscuits and pastries from the Grainger St. market in Newcastle (sorry for the quality, all I had was my phone). The guy working at the stall made me eat a giant, whole clove of marinated garlic. I said no, I didn't want to set people's faces on fire when I spoke to them but somehow the next thing I knew, I was chewing one. He was a garlic-pushing Svengali.
I took away a nice selection of olives, marinated shallots, dolmades and of course Italian biscuits! I picked up my daughter from school on the way home, my Italian stash still with me. I sat her down on the bench in the school yard to let her choose a biscuit (ok, I couldn't wait to eat another one, I had gotten a taste of the good stuff earlier and couldn't stop) and a girl from her class came by. Of course I offered her one and I saw her looking at the only pistachio cream-filled pastry in the box (the ones in the top right corner of the photo - what are those called?), the one I was saving to ravish in private later. I pointed to others and said 'These look good', but we both knew she was going for the pistachio. And she did.
Lesson learned. I have to go eat a cupcake now to fill the void.