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 January 2006

 
Ten months is a long time to remember a cheese, it may have been Heidi's raclette, which was bloody good. We struggled to get hold of some decent cooked ham, the dryish stuff without the intramuscular fluid vesicles signifying brine injection. All very alpine, in an Ozzy summer??

  
 

I think this really was the last supper, roasted veal shanks smeared with paprika a la Simon Hopkinson. In fact, they could have done with a long wet roast since they were still a little resilient. As you can see from the bony remnants, despite the resilience, it was appreciated in a primeval  manner.  
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And onto Tasmania.

   Lewis and Ged brought over a lobster which we may have had for breakfast.

 

 

I think this venison had been aged  4weeks as you can see. I slow cooked it on top of the bbq with a load of butter and thin slivers of potato to make crisp/ chips. Behind it is some samphire cooking in the trangia pot.

Blue eyed cod on the barbie the first night, one of the best white fish we tried down under.

  

Massive oysters by the shoreline, and on the table.
Surprisingly nippy on Maria Island, a fantastic no-car area with superb scenery and wildlife.