Its coming. The dreaded cold. The needed-but-annoying-nonetheless rain. The sogginess of my socks and the layering of clothes. Winter is approaching.
I have to admit, the onset of the cooling weather and the disappearance of the sun is putting me in a mindset of a migrating bird from Siberia.
Went to the Connex Sizzle on Saturday as part of the Melbourne food and wine festival and was like a kid in a candy store, marvelling at the calibre of the restaurants and food on offer. The grilled eggplant from Melbourne Wine Room and Berbere marinated chicken from Circa made my tastebuds sing in a majesty of song.
I waited around for Dallas Cuddy from Verge and Teage Ezard from Ezards/Gingerboy to inspire me with a live showdown of their infamous skills, but the darkest clouds I've ever seen moved in and unleashed the fattest drops of rain at the very start of the demonstration. Everyone ran for cover. It epitomized the definition of anti-climax. And that was the end of that.
Not looking forward to the next few months.
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