Going home

I’m going home. Not permanently – just swinging by for a short hol. Off to Amsterdam, then Sydney via Tokyo.

En route to Schipol airport, I make a mental checklist of all the things I want to do while back at home. Oddly enough, they all seem to revolve around food. And aside from the obvious desire for cheesecake, it’s all about pie. Meat pie. Steak and onion. Chicken and veg – I’m not fussy. I start to wonder whether I’d get in trouble for bringing pies back into Europe. After all, that potato pie recipe could be a state secret. I could try smuggling them. Just imagine it – body packing pies. Be worth it though.

At the check-in desk – the most loathed of all airport institutions (with the possible exception of the luggage carousel) – no-one seems to know if my suitcase will go straight through to Sydney or just hang about in Tokyo till some punk finds it in three years’ time out the back of a hangar. And by the way – how much of a load of rubbish is self check-in? Haven’t they noticed you’ve still got to queue anyway to check the luggage through?

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1 Comment »

  1. too many frogs said,

    February 18th, 2008 @ 10:44 am

    My boyfriend’s sister holds the dubious honour of being the fussiest eater in the world. No fruit, no veg, no practically-meat-substitutes-veg (I mean, c’mon, who can possibly have a problem with onions, except people planning to pucker up?), no mustard, no cheese, no pepper, no chilli, no beer, no wine, no jam, no juice… no flavour and no fun. I think you get the idea.

    When boyf & I were living in Oz and she came to visit from France, both he and she were shocked that vegos and vegans were the norm in Sydney, and that being a carnivore would seriously raise some eyebrows (only eating chocolate and meat seems to be accepted in France, heaven forbid!)

    Anyway, she was over for dinner the other night in Paris. I was having a “what to cook” dilemma, and then I solved it with a good old aussie steak and potato pie - you know the ones with the potato sliced finely and arranged on the top like it was a French apple tart? I had to hold back from adding any pepper or onions (ie. the taste) but thanked my lucky stars that she acutally ate potatoes. Anyway, it was a success! Phew! (I can pass on the recipe if you want…)

    Enjoy your holiday home - don’t forget to eat a burger with beetroot…

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