T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The cats were asleep, all tucked in their beds.
While visions of mousies danced in their heads.
Dinner was eaten, a glass of wine had been poured,
If any ills had ailed me, they would have been cured.
And how was my day? I did prep for tomorrow
We visited Little Saigon in the morning: it’s so empty, y’know?
Not like Queen Vic, where you get lost in the crush,
Instead I had a easy shop, no probs and no fuss.
I bought three kilos of prawns, still with shells and their heads
Kinda an arse to deal with, we peeled ’til our fingers were red.
It’ll be worth it tomorrow, when there’s a lack of prawny debris
And it’s not an Aussie Christmas without them – don’t you agree?
This morning we finished shopping before 10am, we’d achieved so much.
So we stopped at Spinifex for a quick spot of brunch.
For me: a mushroom omelette that was an incredible size
I washed it down with coffee while sitting under bright blue skies.
But back to my cooking for Christmas, here’s some tea-smoked trout
Apparently a recipe from Heston, but now I have my doubts.
It came out too salty, it really wrecked the dish
I was so disappointed, it was almost a kilo of fish!
Let’s talk about sweeter things, how about some mango jelly,
On top of wobbly coconut panna cotta – please get in mah belly!
Now on to my week: there was The Smith for dinner
Despite the menu world tour, it was still a winner.
And Friday night: Campari House for drinks with some friends,
A balmy night on the roof, tho it’s some effort to ascend!
We had dinner there, Alastair’s crab pasta was the pick of the night
So garlicky and delicious – it’s pasta done right.
Time to conclude: dear readers, please forgive my terrible rhyme
Despite the awful poem, I hope you had a good time.
Please enjoy your Christmas: eat, drink and be merry.
Life is too short to be anything but cheery. 🙂
Merry Christmas my friends!