I have always maintained that mandarins and avocados should come with an insurance policy as there is absolutely no way of telling if they’re going to be perfectly ripe and full of flavour or inedible. Happiness, then, is a bag of perfectly ripe avocados – soft, but not mushy, no brown spots or weird ham flavour, all shiny and green and delicious.
I’m in the middle of peeing this afternoon when the doorbell rings. By the time I’ve pulled my pants up and opened the door, there’s nobody there, but a lovely box on the doorstep. It’s a delicious box of cheese and nibbles from Vegas & Rose, a birthday present from my lovely friend Karen. The kids and I sat under the back veranda chatting and nibbling on it for ages. Just the nicest thing ever!
The season is a strange one this year on many levels. The tomatoes are late and not very prolific, but the ones I have managed to coax into existence are quite delicious. Sweet, juicy, and zingy, the little red orbs hang like jewels from the dying branches. They shout their tiny victory over the weather in aesthetic defiance.
You’ve probably gathered by now that food plays a large part in my life. This evening I had the great pleasure of dining at Wildflower in Perth. It is fine dining with a focus on Australian native ingredients and a view over the rooftops and river. What did I order? Jarrah smoked kangaroo with pepperberry, native herb pesto and pickled radish, and a tomato salad with burrata, lemon balm, aniseed myrtle and stone fruit, accompanied by a glass of tempranillo. Rounding it off beautifully, my charming waiter presented me with two divine finger lime chocolate balls to finish.