Wake up at crazy a.m. (an actual time) and straight into a brisk walk through the forest. Whatever made me think that was going to be a great idea also decided I needed a slap up, country town breakfast complete with the same cheap white bread that has nourished white trash kids for the better part of a century, super market sausages, McCain’s frozen hash browns and a few pea sprouts for garnish. This is normally the food that I crave about as much as giving myself a do-it-yourself enema. But it was good. It reminded me of the food that inspired me to seek out bigger and better things, and at the same time I seriously loved it. It was cooked well; the eggs were perfect, the hash browns were crisp and even the coffee warranted a second. Even cheap basics done well deserve a round of applause in my books. It’s all about passion and consistency.
I did not need lunch.
Off for a quick skate with the boys at the local skatepark and then a quick nap… zzzzzzz… this is me sleeping.
Start thinking about dinner and BAM! I have an epiphany. It has come to my attention that I think part of a holiday for me has become cooking in a different kitchen, different location, different underwear and quite possibly a different shire that won’t judge me for wearing a chiffon dress partnered with a bear skin apron as I cook. I have decided I need no holiday from what I do for a wage… to bring home the bacon (hehe)… to feed my family (bahahaha), but maybe just a brief reprieve from the place I work… and whatever bullshit may come with that.
Back to dinner. More seafood (please see diary day 2). Crabs and oysters sound pretty sexy to me. The oysters were bloody fantastic. I do fancy Pacifics over Sydney Rocks, and I am 100% sure that I love them the most in the raw (both the oysters and myself). But we shall talk more about oysters in an upcoming post entitled “talking more about oysters”, and possibly more about myself in the raw in a post entitled “hairy faced, foul mouthed pirate bares all for a crowd of Japanese tourists”
Watch the sun rise on the beach, drink some coffee, pack up and head home. Iluka is well worthy of a visit if you like fresh seafood, the ocean and the classic animated children’s film, “Finding Nemo”.
Iluka diary done!
Our next destination is Brisbane for the annual “Stockdale vs Cootes’ Cook-off” and then north to the Sunshine Coast hinterland. Holidaysreallyarethebestshitever
4 responses to “Iluka 2466, day three”
The burger is huge! The seafoods are finger licking. Whats the black stuffs on the oysters?
That’s the Oysters Rockafeller. A mix of spinach, herbs, butter, pernod, tobasco and some other good stuff… recipes shall follow soon 🙂
ahem…missed this one…sorry about that chief! Damn fine seafood! 🙂
All good sister. I didn’t miss it and it went into my belly so i’m AOK! 🙂