I love the peace the sea brings me, as if I am made from the salt itself.
January, February, March, April, May, *BLINK*, December, January...
Travel writer, Susan Kurosawa, once described the summer holiday as ‘the most sacred of Australian rites for those lucky enough to while away a few weeks by the beach’.
Life has a curious way of taking you to interesting places around the world. Like the time that Peter and I visited Blanchland, Northumberland in the north Pennines - an 'Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty' in England.
I was in Adelaide, South Australia, attending the Words to Go conference for food bloggers, held as part of Tasting Australia recently. The event program was excellent and offered a range of interesting and delicious things to do. I must admit, however, that I let out a tiny squeal of delight when I knew that we were going to spend time at Adelaide Central Market. That place is heaven on earth for foodies, as far as I am concerned.
Moss Vale in the New South Wales Southern Highlands was once a market town and is said to have been named after a herdsman, and former convict, named Jemmy (Jeremy) Moss, who lived in a bark hut near the present railway station. His employer, Dr Charles Throsby, pioneered the district in the early 1800s. Settlers in the region established farms, raising sheep and cattle, growing fruit, potatoes and cabbages, among other things. The rural ethic continues to this day, with more than 150 artisan food and wine producers stretching across nine distinct communities in the Highlands.
There's a part of this city girl that longs to escape to the country every now and then. One of my favourite destinations is the picturesque New South Wales Southern Highlands, which is within easy reach of Canberra, Sydney and the Illawarra.
'Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.'
During a short break last week at Kiama in New South Wales, Peter and I were fortunate enough to meet this charming pelican who, like us, had called into the local fish and chip shop for a feast.
With its windswept cliffs and verdant hills speckled with white washed cottages and stone bungalows, Port Isaac in Cornwall was once predominantly a fishing village, but is now a popular holiday resort which attracts tourists from around the world.
Cooking and writing have been a lifelong passion.
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- Liz Posmyk
NB: I use Australian standard measuring cups and spoons in my recipes.