Lady Lunchalot

I have been washing up. Haven’t started bolognese yet, so nothing too exciting happening in the kitchen besides the chemistry in the slow cooker.

I thought I’d write about one of my most memorable meals.

I was about 20 years old and in Tasmania in early January on a driving holiday with Zoeball, Serge and Dolores. We were driving to a town called Bicheno, which is not far from the spectacular Freycinet Peninsula, were we had booked in to stay the night. Along the way we stopped at a roadside stall where some guys were boiling up fresh crayfish in big metal vats by the beach. These crays were so fresh, the guys were still in their wetsuits with wet hair from fishing them out of the rocks nearby. They were selling them at a ridiculously cheap price - about $10, or something obscene, so we bought a few and continued along.

The next stop was a winery where we picked out some fantastic Tasmanian white. I can’t remember what it was. Perhaps a Sav Blanc of some description?

When we got to the B&B, we discovered it was actually part of a berry farm. In our room we had a basket of freshly picked berries and clotted cream waiting for us. The rooms overlooked a dramatic cliff which smashed down into the ocean.

Dinner was a no-brainer. Fresh crays, only an hour so out of the water, a simple salad, a great wine and fresh berries for dessert. All enjoyed with an incredible seaside view and lifelong friends by my side.

I ate that meal almost ten years ago and I can still remember every mouthful!

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