I've always loved being near the sea. My favourite Famous Five stories as a child were the adventures containing smugglers, caves and lighthouses. There's a mystery and allurement that really appeals to me. Trips to Cornwall as a child would fill me with excitement, much as beach combing still does today. My house is full of the 'treasures' I find at coasts. I was terrified while driving back across the Canadian border form San Francisco, mainly because my most prized souvenir was a piece of red anemone, bought from the most amazing little treasure shop on the seafront and I was afraid they may confiscate it. It is no surprise then that my love of all things ocean also extends to the wonderful things it produces to eat.
Sunday, 2 November 2014
It seems that I haven't cooked or eaten for 5 months. What happened? Where did the seasons go? Looking back at these photos of brightly coloured food is quite depressing now as I sit listening to the rain and notice the skies start to darken at 3.31pm. My Summer was filled with relative visits and barbecues nearly every evening since our large gas grill was dragged from the roof top to the balcony. It was a whirlwind, 6 weeks of feeding parents with that excitement of having extra people to impress. Now it's just our little family of three again and more humble offerings.
Monday, 16 June 2014
On our first night in Thailand we were sweltering, sweaty from humidity and jet lagged into submission. The heavy night air seemed to sit on our shoulders. Even still we hopped in a cab to the 'main' street of Chaweng to find some icy cold Thai beer and a traditional Thai restaurant. We found one on the second floor of a row of shops, all dark bamboo with the sounds of tiny running water fountains, Buddhas and palms. I ordered a Northern Thai dish, which unbeknownst to me, is traditionally served cold. It was refreshing with lime and chili, herbal with basil, mint and cilantro and of course, savoury and meaty with lightly seared beef fillet. It was just what I needed as we sat listening to the hustle and bustle outside of droning nightclub music, kick-boxing adverts passing by and general rowdiness. I felt restored and happy that I was going to discover far more than red, green or yellow curry on this vacation.