Sunday, March 13, 2016

March 13, 2016. Devonport Harvest Festival

LOCATION:  House-sitting in Latrobe, Tasmania, Australia
WEATHER:  Very nice. Highs in 70s

During our dog walk this morning, we stopped on the trail to chat with a lady walking her dog.  When she learned that we are from the USA, she started talking about the big anxiety that Australians have about Trump. George then launched into an explanation of blue states and red states and the electoral college process.  Between his southern accent and his rambling, her eyes soon glazed over.

Today is the food, wine and beer festival in nearby Devonport, the port city where the ferry from the mainland disembarks.  The festival was bustling with people sampling food and drink from the many booths.  We joined others under a shade tree to listen to a great rock band, surprisingly the Australian Navy Band.  

We tasted some craft beers, including a Tasmanian Devil one.


We bought a nice Tasmanian wine, and found a food truck that looked interesting.  We had a plate of 3 small pies:  1) Camembert and chicken pie, 2) curried scallop pie (a Tasmanian specialty), and 3) a wallaby and stout pie...


Speaking of wallaby.....A group of really cute young women sat down next to us.  One of them showed off her pet wallaby that she had hidden in her backpack.


George was very interested in the wallaby, or maybe the intrigue was more with the wallaby's master?......

Back home, we gave the dogs their evening tea, then I popped down our alley about 100 yards to the grocery for a few items for dinner.  How convenient!

DINNER:  We had shelled some runner beans, and I used the shelled beans to make chili....a good way to use up tomatoes and the leftover wallaby mince.  Side was a Greek salad with tomatoes, green onions, baby lettuce, cucumbers, and green onions from the garden, with chunks of Tasmanian feta.  I made a light dressing from lemons from the backyard lemon tree. I could get used to this!
 

1 comment:

  1. I wish I could have a lemon tree! We're thinking of trying an apple tree in the front

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