Love of food
I am sitting by a saltwater river in Eden, NSW; camped on a stretch of land that sits between it and a long white beach that I am overdue to walk. Tomorrow before I head off. The taste of steak is still on my lips. Thin strips of beef cooked over my gas stove with onions and an egg. All thrown together into a fresh roll with my homemade chutney and fresh real butter. Mmmmm. Yum. The task of eating this delicacy required a teatowel; tucked into the top of my jumper and covering my favourite jumper. One hand grasping the roll and the other occasionally reaching for the small vegemite glass of red wine as I overlook the water and try to see the many fish that are jumping. I think it’s this time of the evening when the insects begin to hover over the water and the fish lay in wait. Launching their bodies out and slapping back down onto the glasslike dark water. I had cooked the meat and onions perfectly and as the melted butter dripped down my chin I was somewhere else and much younger.