A time for every purpose

I ate the most divine morsels on Sunday night. They were called “Spanner Crab Tacos” – spanner crab with coconut on a “crispy espresso crepe”. Totally freaking amazing.

They are definitely on my most memorable dishes list.

I once possessed an almost photographic memory of culinary moments in my life journey.

Among the favourites were a goat curry on the verandah at Maggie Beer’s Pheasant Farm overlooking the pond/dam/whatever it was.

Grilled scallops with butter and soy at Bridgewater Mill in the Adelaide Hills.

Mauritian seafood at Fins Restaurant when it was just a dinky shack beside the river up near Byron.

Stir-fried lotus buds at Indochine in Singapore.

I don’t do the nice restaurant thing much these days. My budget, priorities and lifestyle are vastly different now.

And I’m not bothered … except when I have mouth-gasms from something like those crepes … then I miss it a tiny bit.

DD and I have shared some lovely meals together, but I’ve completely forgotten what we ate. Well, apart from the purple dumplings we’ve had a few times at a little Thai place called Sky Bar. They’re unforgettable.

The things I remember these days are the sunrises and sunsets, the dolphins and whales, the ocean swims, the stunning views …

The dolpins!

It fascinates me that I’m so excited by such different things these days. I was so meh about nature in my earlier years. New York City won over the Milford Sound any day.

Those years filled with foodie experiences, bright lights and big cities were pretty fabulous.

These years spent sipping coffee as the sun rises over the ocean and the dolphins circling my kayak are pretty fabulous too.

As my teen crush Kevin notes in Footloose: “Ecclesiastes assures us… that there is a time for every purpose under heaven.”

Over to the Bible …

A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak

Back to Kev: “And there was a time for this law, but not anymore. See, this is our time to dance. [Or, in my case, swim] It is our way of celebrating life.”

It feels good to be celebrating life in a different way.

Though a few more of those fancy tacos would really hit the spot …

Song of the day: Eurogliders “Heaven”

 

 

 

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