Day 3: Cheese and Chinese

Breakfast today was a wheel of cheese.
The Laughing Cow is clearly laughing at anyone willing to eat paprika-flavoured cheese. The other three flavours were good, however, and the triangular foil-wrapped pieces reminded me of packed school lunches.

My tea was 'Pamplepinge'? and Apple Oolong. The tea leaves themselves have a heady citrus fragrance, and there are dried orangey bits. The steeped tea was less powerful.

Lunch consisted of various buns from the Chinese cake shop on Lorne St by Victoria.
The first one had purple inside it. I have no idea what it was, except that it was purple. The others were soft and strongly flavoured, but not particularly memorable.

I bought this 'rice cake' from a Chinese store. It was five short batons of ricey stuff.

I had no clue how to prepare it, so I sliced it julienne and fried the first baton. It burned a little but ended up tasting a bit like damper.
The second baton I cut into short cylinders and boiled with salt and then reduced with chicken stock. It was squidgy, like tofu.
The third stick went in the microwave. After it came out I tried cutting it with a knife, scissors, stabbing it with a fork, prying it apart... nothing. I knawed on the end for a while but it was a hopeless case.
The remaining two bars? I don't know yet. Maybe I'll boil then fry them, then put them in the microwave without turning it on just to wear down their resolve. Then throw them away, because ha ha rice cakes, I fooled you both.

In the spirit of trying new things, I bought a Sunday paper. And read it. All the way through.
It was awful. Or perhaps it represented true blue, hardworking New Zealand, and I'm awful. Either way, I won't be doing it again.