#kurtosh

[rubydolly]

Ich liebe Schwarzwälder Kitschtorte

[kyndaris]

He Only Had Himself to Blame

The number 8 is meant to be fortuitous in the realm of Chinese superstition. Unfortunately, suitor number 8 was anything but. And given that this was my first date after returning from a trip overseas, I had been secretly hoping for some excitement and adventure. Alas, the only excitement I ever got on the date was the sudden downpour that met me as I clambered out of the car and rushed to the station, which was then followed by a fast-flowing river of water that I had wade past to arrive at our meeting spot. Suffice it to say, by the time I arrived, my shoes and socks were completely soaked. A distraction that would prove to take up much of my thoughts as you, dear readers, will see.

But while the above paragraph paints a date of disastrous proportions from the very beginning, it was still very much an exaggeration of the events. I mean, yes, I did have squelchy shoes and wet socks but it wasn’t the worst situation I’ve been in.

I met number 8, who I shall henceforth name Mr Cellophane to keep up with the Chicago theme (but also because I found him rather bland), just outside a dessert cake store at Darling Square. While he was polite, even messaging me beforehand if he could shout me a coffee (which, I’ll have you know, I turned down because you never know how others might interpret an act of kindness), I couldn’t help but judge his outward appearance. True, he wasn’t as badly dressed as some of the others I’ve met but what is with men and the fact that they think they can get away with an unbuttoned collar shirt and baggy pants that need a good ironing?

That aside, Mr Cellophane had chosen a table outside where any errant wind could have us soon soaked to the skin! After arriving at the store and turning the corner, I spotted him seated at a small table. As well as an empty table inside through the glass. Given the downpour I had just endured, I suggested that we sit inside rather than risk getting wet if the wind decided to change direction. 

There are days when the rain falls almost laterally! And a roof over one’s head does nothing if there are no walls to also deflect those pellets of water!

Mr Cellophane was amenable enough to the change and we found ourselves safely ensconced inside the cafe within seconds. 

As he had never visited the store before, he was the first to choose a cake. When he had returned to the table, he was sporting a small slice of red velvet and cherry cake. Then it was my turn to pick and choose a delightful treat to accompany some relaxing small talk. I chose a light sponge cake with strawberry and pistachios.

Once I had paid for it and my hot chocolate, I joined Mr Cellophane back at the table we had claimed. Throughout it all, I learned he had a sister and mother. His father, while alive, was out of the family picture. The reason he gave was a little vague but it was clear that his father had done a bad thing.

And then we moved on to work, games and a few of his hobbies. He did occasionally ask me a few questions but it was Mr Cellophane that mostly dominated the conversation. Probably, he wanted to fill in any awkward silences. He was very nervous throughout the whole affair if the visible shaking was any indication. But because of that, I felt like I could never really get a word in edgewise. He would just steamroll through everything, from the fact that he LARPs with BattleCry (yes, I’ve hard about it. At one point, I was even tempted to join) to the fact that he went hiking with a few friends).

Did I ever raise the fact that I went travelling recently? Nope. Why? Well, he never asked and I never did get the opportunity to do so. He was just so busy talking about his life - which, can be my fault. I do encourage them to keep talking - that I merely sat there eating my cake and finishing off my drink before he even got half-way through his own.

Yet despite the fact that he was in his own world, nattering on about the things that he liked and his current situation, I couldn’t help but find him utterly dull. His was a life that was almost like any other. There wasn’t anything special to write home about. Just another face in a sea of thousands.

Not a great place to be in.

So, when we finally vacated our spots, mostly to let a group of three sit down and actually enjoy the kurtosh they had ordered, we meandered towards the train station. Of course, he told me that it was a lovely date and he thought we had a connection and that I was wonderful and beautiful.

Why do men fixate on appearance? Please tell me more about my stunning personality and/ or whatever else you might have found engaging. Oh, that’s right, you didn’t get to hear me nerd out about my writing or whatever else because you simply dominated the conversation and allowed me the occasional one-liner zingers that got you chortling!

If I sound somewhat irked, it’s because I’m starting to wonder if I should be dating men at all. 

To be perfectly honest, I think a part of me would prefer to date women. Of course, it can’t just be any woman. They’d have to be a ball of sunshine to my snarky grump. The Enid to my Wednesday. But once they get past that outer layer of bah humbug! they’d find that I can be just as kooky and mischievous and kind-hearted as any chaos gremlin. I mean, staying at home is great but it’s also great to enjoy some fun in the sun and maybe boogie where nobody is watching.

And I did get to enjoy some of that when I was on my overseas trip. It’s a shame that the woman was married and probably wasn’t into other women, though. 

Still, friendship is always an avenue that I’m keen to explore. And it’s always good to expand one’s horizons, I find, and trying new things instead of doubling down on only the familiar. 

And yet, despite all my misgivings with Mr Cellophane, I tried to go for a second date. After all, I was very much distracted by my wet shoes and socks (I think I mentioned it about three or four times). So, we made tentative plans to do so. But during the week til Easter, as we were occasionally texting (and I had to look after my grandmother because my mother had gone on a cruise), I was a little lacklustre in my responses. Didn’t help, of course, that the topics he chose to talk about were very...unexciting. 

To be fair, some of the blame could be laid at my feet as I didn’t try my hardest to be as engaging as possible. But paired with going out, looking out my grandmother and feeling honestly drained from the work week I had, could you blame a girl? 

So, of course, Mr Cellophane became much more hesitant about the whole thing and sought out my opinion before he pulled the plug. Seeing that he was pulling away and not wanting to lead him on with false promises (but still willing to give it a second go just in case), I let him decide and wished him a Happy Easter.

He unmatched me soon after.

Which somewhat bothered me. After all, I was the one that wasn’t attracted to him. That right ought to have gone to me!

Regardless, we shall see how well my dating goes from here on out. Unfortunately, I don’t see it going very well. Most of these dating excursions have me thinking with my head rather than letting my heart decide. And almost always, I find something lacking in a potential partner.

Still, one must persist! For the time being.

At the very least, I’m meeting new people and getting to understand new perspectives. So, that’s a win!

Probably...

Maybe...

Kinda...

Maybe after a year, I’ll pack it all up and just go back to my fictional boyfriends and/ or girlfriends. Why? Well, I’m an independent person who don’t need another individual to define who they are! And I love myself for being the unique combination of chaos gremlin and sarcastic homebody grouch that I am.

[sprafter]

#kurtosh (at Kurtòsh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmfQYWIyRFp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[heartsafekeeping]

Who wants to come hang out at this cafe with me, they make fresh kurtosh for you that you’re supposed to share with another person and all I ever wanna do when I’m here is order to just for me but I’m too embarrassed

[travelena]

JJ came to visit and it gave me a good excuse to get out into the city:

day 1- coogee and gordons bay, newtown at night

day 2- coogee to bondi walk, drinks at opera bar 

day 3- i had class, went to luna park (it was closed, lame) but good views of opera house from other side, walked harbour bridge back to cbd (love the walk), walked around cdb to town hall then went to spice alley for dinner and had the best meal of my life! chicken katsu curry then berry cheesecake at koi dessert bar (AMAZING). then met up with yash and got drinks and caught up. super fun

day 4- grounds of alexandria with jj and becca. another amazing meal. i got moroccan bowl with warm rice, chickpeas, chicken, spices, i want to recreate it - so good. then we got donuts (AMAZING) loved the jam filled ones. went to opening of vivid and then argyle

day 5- palm beach

day 6- taste of manly! such a fun food festival with lots of good live music. then went to coogee pav and ended the night/evening at maccas

day 7- sky diving and formal dinner

day 8- i had exams so had to work all day, had a cake date at night at kurtosh

day 9- did the hermitage foreshore walk,  shopped around bondi jn, found the best coat ever at zara bc it was suede but had fuzzy fur inside but also inside the sleeves, went to dinner at a tavola

day 10- walked around botanic gardens, hyde park, went sourvenir shopping, dinner at The Butler with great views of the city lights at night such a nice atmosphere and vibe, had dank queso fundido and said it was my bday so they put a candle in my chocolate cake and sang to me

[mastercook]

Kurtosh Kalacs Recipe

Made using Mastercook Maida, Kurtos Kalacs (Chimney Cake or twisted challah) is a Hungarian pastry that is yummy combo of yeast, eggs, sugar, milk and butter.

Recipe => https://mastercookfoods.com/recipe/

[foodfunfantasy]

So this is for all those who thinks Kurtosh or Chimney Cake or this Hungarian Street Food can only be Sweet ❤️❤️❤️ Nope!!! It can be in the savoury form also... And believe me it was daam tasty... If you not tried yet try it once 😊😊😊 In Frame: Eggitarian Savoury Kurtosshhh @129/- and Chicken Italiano Savoury Kurtosshhh @199/- from the kitchen of @kurtosshhhkolkata ❤️❤️❤️ . . #food #savoury #kurtosh #italiano #eggitarian #hungrianstreetfood (at Kurtosshhh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYnoccXp7_3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[themelbournesupremacy]

A bit too soon for some of us in Melbourne @kurtosh_official! #earthquakecookies #kurtosh #lidocinemas #glenferrieroad #hawthorn (at Kürtősh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUZkpUxJ3oj/?utm_medium=tumblr

[chadoesblog]

[businesscardcollection]

Kürtősh

Why a pay-by-weight cake café has paper coasters is a mystery to me.

[winterbear-vaishu-blog]

[willxia1]

Check out this crazy Hungerian dessert and it has Nutella inside . ========================= @Kurtosh_Official @DarlingSquare @DarlingSquareOfficial @DarlingHarbour @DarlingHarbourSydney Nutella Kurtosh Kürtőskalács Chimney Cake ========================= . . #ChimneyCake #Kurtosh #KurtoshOfficial #DarlingSquare #DarlingSquareOfficial #DarlingHarbour #DarlingHarbourSydney #Sydney #ILoveSydney #OishiiBoys (at Darling Square) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2OOO1EFkAZ/?igshid=1t1tuak6vd5cf

[09erin24-blog]

09.09.17 Kurtosh @ Wollongong, Australia

[malodorous-euphoria]

A surplus of sweet goods. #kurtos #kurtosh #chimneycake #hotchimneycake #bagel #brooklynbagels #cupcake #cupcakes #unicorncupcakes #rainbowbagel #foodstagram #foodstall #foragersmarket #foodphotography #foodporn https://www.instagram.com/p/ByjnFoTBiCU/?igshid=1k490cmsk76ow

[bluewaterhigh2005]

i am going to order a cake :)

[thenextrush]

Kurtosh: Better Food, Better Mood

Kurtosh: Better Food, Better Mood #kurtosh #darlingharbour #darlingsquare #supportourlocalrestaurants #supportlocalbusiness #sydneycafe #exercise #sydneylockdown

Even in lockdown, breakfast is still the most important meal of the day.

I can’t imagine it without caffeine and they’re sign is right: We all still do need cake and great coffee!

On your Hungarian spit cake / chimney cake aka Kurtosh, that’s made to order,  you can choose from coconut, almonds, pistacchio, both and more.

Break a piece and munch on it in between sips of caffeine or pull it…