My brother’s new camera

My brother decided to get a micro four thirds thingymajig, as his DSLR is too bulky and he doesn’t want to use whatever point and shoot he has. He ended up getting a Sony Nex 5N and set me on a mission to go take pictures with it. In a way it was also a way for me to figure out whether I wanted to use one or not, and wow, even though I thought I was getting most of my manual focus shots OK, turns out only about half of my pictures actually worked.

So my first project was to take pictures of food. I specifically ordered a flat white to test out my skills, but it turns out none of my 4 or 5 shots were actually 100% in focus. So instead all I have to present are two awesomely lit photos of short blacks (some sort of Colombian single origin I believe) sitting next to their decor.

And of course, I fail at taking photos so the best photo taken, ever, was by my boyfriend:

I reckon I took an okay vertical shot, which was at the same time but from a different angle. Also no, size does not matter, it’s just that the vertical fits better in my blog which is the only reason the picture above isn’t any bigger. Also, I had a dream that coffee was extracted from diamonds that burned in the sunlight.

After this great adventure, we also bought a fancy percolator and made some swallow coffee at home! He was freaking out that something would die a miserable death where I was too confident nothing could possibly go wrong, even though I had poured water past the pressure valve. In any case, turns out the beans make the coffee in this case – as there was no crema so the intial taste of the coffee is bitter, but then comes the body that instant coffee and stale grounds severely lack, and then it finished with a sweetness that comes a moment after the sip.

Anyway, afterwards we had the opportunity to go to Randwick and try out some food from Elysium. It featured in the SMH Good Food Guide, and so I tried out a steak – medium rare sirloin, which was quite yummy with delicious onion rings and tasty baked potatoes! My main reason for going was to try the bombe alaska; my brother had always wanted to eat one ever since he discovered the hilarious name of the dessert but hasn’t yet had the chance to taste one. So I went and did it for him! It was interesting enough, I didn’t expect it to be pink, and I’m not sure it was quite the definition of a bombe alaska but it was still cool. It was pink meringue on the outside (and no, it wasn’t set on fire for us sadly), with some sort of mousse like thing on the inside with choc honeycomb bits. The caramel sauce that the “bombe” sat on was delicious, and there was a nice toffee ice cream that sat on a bed of crunchy toffee nutty things.