On a cold winter night (even for others than a traveller) nothing beats onions fried until golden and then spooned lovingly over creamy potato mashed with garlic and olive oil. The aroma fills the house and seems to isolate it from the outside world.
The rare fillet seared with a peppercorn and cream sauce is good too. I like it when items on the plate fight each other for star billing.
Look out, more rain coming. The Merri Creek might break its banks again, like it did a fortnight ago. I couldn't walk further north than Queens Parade or be washed away. No, not the one in Clifton Hill; this one. The creek was under water where it winds around to the east.
Quick. Pour another glass of red.