Creamy, tangy, can’t-get-enough-of-it butter chicken.
Photo by James.
Aural & gustatory delights
Many a day was spent at the bach/beach immersed in blue waters, reading Time magazine, cooking lamb cutlets (and more) and sleeping in until 11am.
I jumped aboard the summer festival bandwagon - BDO and Laneway - where rain seemed to be a recurrent theme, but in a positive way. Nothing like dancing to Ed Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros’ Home with large, soft drops of January rain giving my silk chiffon singlet the delicate wash it demands. Again at Laneway, the sky opened up during Norway by Baltimore’s dreamy lush-pop magic that is Beach House and again during Foals’ set - the latter who saw the lead nail the opening to Spanish Sahara and got the crowd feeling pretty euphoric/nostalgic/a combination of both. Prior to Beach House, Yeasayer played a great set. Pure energy. Deerhunter and earlier acts were all great in their own right but it was those final three sets which had me so entranced.
Food I have eaten recently (both purchased and homemade):
potato rosti, goats’ milk feta, spinach, smoked salmon, poached egg stack whilst looking fondly towards Rangitoto
cinnamon & gingerbread icecream
tequila, where any quantity is too much
a mint trumpet, a childhood favourite whose return I have finally embraced
Otto Woo spicy squid salad
focaccia dotted with cherry tomatoes and rosemary, which was then slathered with harissa hummus
dolmades
whitebait fritters, served with a huge salad and a tangy blend of lemon-dill mustard & mayonnaise
peach crumble
cucumber sandwiches
the Christmas tiramisu, recreated just because
buffalo mozzarella, accompanied by fresh basil, juicy tomatoes and drizzled with olive oil
thai green curry with tofu, alongside several glasses of wine (good night, followed by a queasy morning)
bacon, red onion and red capsicum risotto
tom yum goong (the thai-byo-buzz continues!).
Life is sweet.
