I’m off for a Slow Food weekend up around Matakana: log fires, long large meals, winter beaches, farmers’ market on Saturday morning, ploughing through the reading list, rummaging through shops crammed with old things, coffee and cake, hat and gloves and gum boots.
Although I may never eat again after salt and pepper squid and lamb shanks (with green pea cappuccino) last night at the sublime French Cafe.