Holiday Blog 3

Food glorious food!
Those of you who know me well know that I like food.
But holidays are strange. Recently I have had a good friend and a family member spending time on holidays in overseas locations. Their holiday pics are interesting - including snakes and feet nibbling fish - but also heaps of exotic food. Hotel buffets and roadside snacks. Maybe it's all the go to share photos of what you are eating as people do on Facebook showing what they are having for breakfast.
So here we are on holiday and the old hunter gatherer thing kicks in. So yesterday I read a lot of menus outside eating places, keen to get value for money and something pleasant to eat. Then there's the supermarket where I checked for fresh fruit and veg. Apples are not big in the NT and it was so tempting in Woolies where they offer a free apple for  children. I was tempted to ask if I could take an apple home for my child who was not with me. Never mind that my youngest child is now 36!
I was delighted with the fruit and cheese platter leftovers that HE brought home form the workshop -- even nicer because I wasn't paying and who could not be tempted by the breakfast tray outside the next room complete with wrapped cheese platter not even touched. Must be the fact that I was brought up in the shadow of the depression or ??
But sometimes free comes at a price. Wednesday night was the workshop dinner. I expected David to go and I planned to get wedges (maybe  even lash out and get sweet potato wedges) and then watch my favourite TV - Gruen and stuff.
During the afternoon I was told I was welcome to go to the dinner. Dilemma. Dinner at the Yacht Club. Sounded OK. Casual - yep I'd packed suitable clothes. (After all, the pants had been to  Government House in Adelaide. No need to mention that they went on my friend Jan who then gave them to me.) So OK. I'd go.
We went on a bus (two busloads) with heaps of people (maybe 90 all up). I think I knew 6 of them. So we sat outside where the warm breeze dried me out.  The food was nice although Joella makes better pavlova. But I remembered why I had avoided work dinners when HE worked at Flinders in Adelaide and they all talked shop while my eyes glazed over. So it was. I did talk to someone about Shakespeare and literature and someone else about the horrors of war but my face ached from smiling at the woman who was in Las Vegas last week and San Francisco the week before who told us we should eat at Sliding Door or some restaurant there. Yeah right! So I didn't have to spend money on wedges but maybe it would have been a price well paid.

And did I mention that the sunset was a feature. Call that a sunset? Never been on the shores of Lake Bonney at dusk obviously....