a quickie from Sydney
It's official. I'm in love.
Weekending in Sydney en route to a quiet beach on the mid North coast, I've managed to clock up at least two blogworthy food experiences in the last 12 or so hours.
Number one was a degustataion at Oscillating Wildly. Eight courses, including the most sublime sweet treats, for $100 is a special night out but worth it. They worked around my food intolerance issues with aplomb, serving a pescaterain feast. I flagged a little towards the end. After all eating for three and a half hours is a tad exhausting. I only just managed to pop a fresh marshmallow into my mouth before stumbling up the street before pumpkin hour.
Equally as orgasmic was this morning's jaunt to the Marrickville organic market. Food nazi heaven on a stick. Vibrant fresh produce, crispy corn fritters with kick arse chilli jam, handcrafted breads and a friendly vibe.
I'll be back in a bit. Enjoy the autumn weather while I'm gone.
Weekending in Sydney en route to a quiet beach on the mid North coast, I've managed to clock up at least two blogworthy food experiences in the last 12 or so hours.
Number one was a degustataion at Oscillating Wildly. Eight courses, including the most sublime sweet treats, for $100 is a special night out but worth it. They worked around my food intolerance issues with aplomb, serving a pescaterain feast. I flagged a little towards the end. After all eating for three and a half hours is a tad exhausting. I only just managed to pop a fresh marshmallow into my mouth before stumbling up the street before pumpkin hour.
Equally as orgasmic was this morning's jaunt to the Marrickville organic market. Food nazi heaven on a stick. Vibrant fresh produce, crispy corn fritters with kick arse chilli jam, handcrafted breads and a friendly vibe.
I'll be back in a bit. Enjoy the autumn weather while I'm gone.
Labels: garden organics, marrickville market, oscillating wildlly, sydney
posted by GS at 11:12 am
5 Comments:
Oh I was just there at the markets! They're my local.
Darn it, next trip I will be more organised!
Yes, well, Marrickville has changed a LOT since I lived there. I remember lots of junkies sidling up next to me on the bus, asking for money...and lovely old ladies in black telling them off!
so glad you have NSW beach loveliness and am sorry to spoil the perfection of your mood by asking you to join me in horror at this - vegetarian couple denied adoptive child in Iraklios Crete.
If the UN was worth anything, they would be slamming that decision.
Ann O'D
Lucy I think the old neighbourhood has become most yuppified.
Ann - that's outrageous. Though if I ruled the world there's a heck of a lot of prospective parents who'd fail to pass muster but certainly not the vegos!
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