It's been a busy week. Tuesday night in Geelong, Wednesday night dinner for my mother-in-law's birthday, Thursday night in Robe, driving driving. Thank god for talking books (this week The Distant Hours by Kate Morton). It had been raining when I left home but when I got to Robe it was glorious sunshine and from my ailing parent's house we saw this tall ship:
It looked so majestic out there on the bay, it could have been a scene from Hornblower.
Back home to the rain and the news that my husband's grandmother had died. She was 103 and died at home with the peaceful dignity with which she conducted her life. A stylish woman to the end, at home she often wore a deer stalker hat, tweed trousers and a battered pair of desert boots, which made me love her even more. To my children she was known as Very Old Gran (so not confuse her with their other, younger grans), and signed her letters to them thus. One can only imagine what she has seen over the course of her life after having grown up in Toorak with a pony and a house cow at the bottom of the garden. She loved roses, reading and racing, and I'm sure her interest in those things and the love of her large family of children, grandchildren and great grandchildren was what kept her going for so many years.
Vale VOG (she loved a good Just Joey)
Not much time for cooking but this is what I did for Susie's birthday on Wednesday:
Yummy smoked trout on toast (sorry, no photo)
Roast pork belly (I used the leftover fennel/orange zest/salt from the seafood kebabs to salt it....delicious)
Crunchy potatoes, roasted asparagus with vinocotto and a green salad with roasted beetroot and Udder Delights Goat's Curd (may very nearly replace Meredith Dairy if it's not careful)
and grilled stone fruit with honey and brown sugar