It's been just over 3 months since I started this blog and I was initially anticipating frequent entries punctuated with lots of yummilicious images of food porn. Hello motivation and dedication, where did you guys go?

I decided to (finally!!) get off my lazy arse and start posting again, hopefully this time in a more constant and frequent manner.

I should have enough energy to see me through this entry given that I had accomplished a 10-hour slumber last night after a nightout consisting of 2 birthday parties, a few drinks (too many) and a considerably significant cab bill after 3 separate rides.

Must say, although I normally don't complain much about how shit the weather has been lately in Melbourne, but a sunny morning would definitely provide a whole lot more encouragement to me to get out of bed than an absolute down-pour. So when I woke up to the sounds of rain hammering the roof above this morning, I simply rolled over and went back to sleep. Yet somewhere around 12:30pm, my stomach was growling so badly I knew I had to feed myself in order to kick start my liver and process all that alcohol consumed several hours earlier.

Sunday brunch destination: where else but Snow Pony.

Snow Pony has been my go-to place for brunches mainly because the food is good and its so damn close to home. On most occasions I would head over with a friend so while waiting for food we could discuss over tap water or soy lattes the latest episode of Gossip Girl, or would catch up on our own gossip within our friendship circles. Today was one of those rare occasion where I'd visit alone, armed with a newspaper and my trusty iphone to distract myself and feel less self-pity about having to dine alone.

Snow Pony is a rather attractive Sunday brunch location and on any regular Sunday you would have to be prepared to wait for 10 or so minutes to be allocated a table. I thought given that 1. It has been non-stop pouring all morning 2. it was way after usual brunching hours and 3. my dining crew consisted only of one individual, I would be able to waltz in and be promptly seated at a table. Oh wishful thinking. After 10 odd minutes standing outside in the cold post down-pour weather my name was finally called and I was directed to a seat at the front of the cafe.

Normally being the sweet-tooth I would go for something fairly light in order to leave some room for dessert later, but I was hungry..and hunger does tend to make decisions on your behalf and I ended up with this

Scrambled eggs, bacon, avocado, slow roasted tomatoes and thyme buttered mushrooms on toast  - also known as the Giddy Up. Everything was delicious about this breakfast plate from the flavour-some mushrooms to the delicate balance between the salty, smokey bacon and the soft avocado EXCEPT one thing. The bread (hidden in the picture below the fluffy scrambled eggs) was so tough that it took some serious elbow grease to cut the crust into bite-size pieces.

Nevertheless it was gobbled up in no time and I still managed to smuggle home a few sweet treats

Lemon & toasted coconut cupcake and mandarin & almond teacake...mmm perfect compliments to a lazy day at home reading books and listening to the rain drops tap on the windows