It’s 6pm, Christmas Day. So far we’ve blown up the blender (making egg nog), burnt the Pavlova (that was to be expected) and lost the turkey. Why am I not surprised?
It all started two weeks ago.
After days of chuckling to himself, Gerry finally finished reading about living off the land in Off the Radar (by Kiwi comedian, Te Rada). Before the book could hit the floor, he was down at his favourite store, Home Timber & Hardware, bought stakes and chicken wire, and knocked up a run in the backyard; in anticipation of catching and cooking turkey for Christmas Dinner. For over a year, I haven’t been able to convince him that we should have chickens, but now we’re turkey farmers?
Gerry always cooks Christmas dinner in our family; it was this plan or cheese on toast. So we headed off to one of the largest (and best) farmers markets in Victoria, where the term “chook in a box” was coined, wood is whittled into chopping boards while you wait, potatoes still have the dirt on and young children take their pet pig for a walk. In the absence of Selfridge’s food court or Whole Foods, Talbot Farmers Market has become my ever so delightful, outdoor supermarket....Read more...
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