Hello there dear friends. I'm conscious that it's been a while since you heard from me, hence this short dispatch from Redleaf Farm at Fitzroy Falls.
Oh goodie. According to the weather channel, "a polar blast is gripping southeastern Australia today." We've been warned to expect low level snow, thunderstorms, blizzard-like conditions, damaging winds, hail and freezing temperatures. Wot?! This is what happens when you spend summer in Hungary, and then arrive home gleefully thinking you've dodged much of the winter chill.
Spring has arrived in Canberra, but with frosty mornings and a bitter chill in the air, I'd say the season has changed in name only. We're back at home after a two-day getaway to Fitzroy Falls in the glorious Southern Highlands of New South Wales. With it's flourishing food and wine scene, lush scenery and picturesque villages, it's among our most favourite destinations in Australia.
"Come for afternoon tea and I'll show you my new dining room furniture," read the invitation messaged by a dear friend. "I'll make some cheese scones and we can sit and chat over a gin and tonic."
In the 1970s, it was dinner-party de rigueur to serve small plates of beef stroganoff atop tiny shell noodles. Guests could eat the dish while standing; as they mingled and discussed the state of play on topics such as Gough Whitlam's leadership, the $1.3 million spent on Jackson Pollock's squiggly artwork known as Blue Poles, the aftermath of Darwin's Cyclone Tracey, and the inaugural Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras held in Sydney as part of International Gay Solidarity Day.
Long time readers of this little blog might have realised that I have a thing for pears.
Browsing in local food markets, delicatessens, butcher shops, greengrocers, bakeries and supermarkets is among the "must-do's" whenever Peter and I spend time overseas. To us, this pastime is almost as enjoyable as visiting museums. Hence, our preference is to rent an apartment with a fully-equipped kitchen. That way, we can live, shop and cook like the locals.
Travel is grand, but it's such a delight to settle back in at home and spend time in my sunny kitchen.
Every time I see beef ribs in the butcher shop, my mouth starts watering. I love them so. Alas, my man doesn't have the same fondness for this delicious meat-on-the-bone indulgence. Perhaps I need to juzz up my recipe for beef ribs, or find one he's sure to like.
Greetings to you from Budapest in Hungary, where my summer holidays will soon be drawing to a close. This postcard depicts a stone statue of Saint Stephen (Szent István, 969-1038), King of Hungary, which sits on Gellért Hegy (hill) with the Danube River and Szabadság híd (Liberty Bridge) as the magnificent backdrop. It is one of my absolute favourite monuments in this most beautiful city.
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