Deciding the tone of this blog is difficult. On one hand, I have pictures of the beach.
Doesn’t that demand having something pretty written about it? Paragraphs layered with adjectives that encapsulate turmoil and beauty. I’m tempted to break out the thesaurus.
I know it looks gloomy. But that little break of blue where the sea and shore make seashore? Gorgeous. And I hate walking in the sun, so, as far as I was concerned, it was the best day ever to walk on the beach.
They have trails around the area that are really, really lovely. See here.
I suggest you wear shoes. I thought we were going to walk along the beach, so I wore Birkenstocks. Yeah. No. They lose grip once you get enough wet sand in the treads of your sole. You also wind up focusing more on the rocks than taking photos. This doesn’t bode well when you’re trying to sell a second trip to the friends who didn’t go.
“So, there are these rocks, right? And a wall. And a lookout. And bushes. And the hugest spiders.”
They only heard the part about the spiders.
Also, I slipped and landed pretty hard. More reasons to pay attention.
Oh, but this is a food blog! So, I also have photos like this:
This is octopus. I had it near Manly. It was nothing to write home about. I can’t even remember the name of the cafe. Apparently they have the best fish and chips in Sydney? I didn’t take a photo of that.
I do have a picture of the family box, though. Courtesy of a friend who should be a food blogger.
None of it was really that great. Except the calamari rings. That was perfect. Perfectly crisp exterior with a tender, toothsome calamari interior. Second best were the battered prawns. I had to resist eating the head. (I realise how that sounds.) But the chips? Eh. Too much volume, too little surface area. And they were demanding; I consumed more tartar sauce than potato that afternoon. And the fish? Well, I could tell they were fish. And they weren’t greasy.
Oh, and there were oysters. I completely forgot there were oysters.
I gave up and just Googled the place. It’s the Fishmongers Manly. Hm. They have too many good reviews for me to be wrong, right? Maybe I wasn’t hungry enough.
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What is a blogger to do when there is nothing else to write?
Why, tell you what she’s going to write about next, of course. I have three batches of green tea ice cream in the fridge. All with different ratios of cream to milk. None of which were made in an ice cream maker. It’s my attempt at making a no-churn version. I’ll be darned if I spend the next ten years of my life churning tiny amounts of ice cream by hand.
‘Til then.
Just Three Bites 