So when I'm feeling like this, I need a treat. I buy a couple of magazines. I borrow Maggie's Harvest from the library and then I go shopping. Food shopping. There's lots to choose from at the fish counter this week.
|You wouldn't believe this is a supermarket fish counter|
|I'm not a fan of Australian supermarkets on the whole|
|... but this is one impressive fish counter|
I spend more than I should and buy four beautiful blue swimmer crabs, two large squid and a nice handful of Australian banana prawns. I'm already feeling better.
I pass the gourmet cheese counter and see some Persian Fetta from the Yarra Valley Dairy – reduced in price by over two-thirds. Has to be eaten the next day.
Are you kidding? It didn't even make it to the fridge. As soon as I got home (I mean AS SOON AS), I open the shiny silver tin and just eat with a spoon. It's creamy, it's rich and it's lunch. Who's homesick?
The three of us devour the crab for lunch on Saturday, with some buttered home-made bread. Graeme cooks a simple pasta and prawn dish for dinner, and we have salt and pepper squid on Sunday.
|Luca enjoyed sucking the meat out of the legs|
Oh, I miss my job.
P.S. I'm reading a lot about the wonderful food and wine in the Yarra Valley. It's actually on my list of places to visit. Is there anyone there with a lovely farmhouse perhaps who'd like a holiday house swap on the Central Coast?