Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.

26.5.09

Boats and trains.

Across Port Phillip Bay on a lonely thrumming ferry in the cold early afternoon of an anonymous Tuesday, to an empty Queenscliff. An hour inspecting restoration works at the Bellarine Peninsula Railway workshops, William and Thomas agog; an hour in the Hesse Street library; a very short look into some shops (the bookshop is closed Tuesdays) and a coffee in the sun outside the 1902 Queenscliff Inn (the coffee is good, the menu looked great and the waitress smiles).

Then back to Sorrento across the swell of a blackening sea in the early evening; and home to this dish, prepared in the morning.

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