Cheesy Birthday Fun

Yesterday was the birthday of one of my best friends. For various reasons all our elaborate plans that we had made fell apart, so in the end I went to her house and we put the raclette grill that I gave her for her birthday to use for dinner. Which involved first traipsing all over Sydney in search of an electricity converto plug thing (which we found) and raclette (which we didn't). We were forced to substitute gruyere (come on, it comes from Switzerland and it's delicious. Near enough), which we were then forced to slice ourselves with a big scary knife, with only torchlight to save our already diminished fingers (because apparently her kitchen light is broken and can't be fixed). I was sceptical about the gruyere, but it was surprisingly delicious, although far too oily and it solidifies far faster than raclette does once it has been taken out from under the griller. Not very traditional but still full of cheesy goodness.

My friend's cat was the main source of entertainment at her house. The cat, Insey, is obsessed with chasing things, her favourite being a laser pointer thing which she will pursue relentlessly across floors, over furniture, up walls and anywhere else it goes.