Food

R and I have been on this diet and exercise kick lately, but we are human.

Sometimes we get really homesick for some food from home. (Like Nola and Jack’s roast pork - - with crackling -- but that’s not going to happen here). Or roast lamb with the real mint jelly - the type that doesn’t look like it’s radioactive.

When we get off the plane in Melbourne, we always get the same thing, meat pie with sauce for him. Fried Dim-Sim for both of us, and a ‘Rainbow Paddle Pop’ for me.

So the other day, we found a ‘hole in the wall’ British restaurant called “A Salt And Battery” (www.asaltandbattery.com) on 2nd Avenue. Yes, you guessed it. Fish and Chips.

I was cursing the ‘diet god’ for at least a week before we just decided to get it over and done with.

My lovely R went to get ‘take-out’ one night when we were feeling particularly vulnerable.

I decided on the “Chip Butty” which is basically (real) chips in a bread roll with Canadian bacon (thank you very much) and I doctored it with mayonnaise and butter.

R got the good old fried fish and chips. It was wrapped in paper, the chips were exactly like we used to get in Melbourne.

So we ate it all, while watching “Rock Star: INXS".

Then we sat back on the couch, just looked at each other and almost in unison said, “That was absolutely disgusting”.

It actually was pretty good, but we’re over it now, and don’t think we’ll be going back there anytime soon!

Can’t wait for my rainbow paddle-pop next week though!