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Flemington Farmers' Market
Flemington Farmers' Market
Flemington Farmers' Market
Flemington Farmers' Market
Flemington Farmers' Market
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Australia Day Wrap

 So was your Australia Day celebration?  

At my place the  barbeque was going well, most of the extended family had shown up and were doing vigorous elbow exercises to work up an appetite. Lorraine hadn’t reached her two drink limit yet and Peter hadn’t taken up his usual position beside me at the BBQ to give his running commentary about how he would’ve dome things differently. So at this sunny point the lamb ribs (Benview Farm) were sizzling away gently next to the pork and sage sausages (Lockton Farm Gourmet). The zucchini’s (Green Gully organic) were sliced and oiled and ready to go on the grill along with the mushrooms (The Mushroom Shed) and the Haloumi (Tarago organic) when the kids got back from talking the dog for a walk. I had asked them to tie him up around the back until we had finished eating, but they forgot. The dog being an excitable young puppy was overjoyed at seeing so many people who might be willing to pat him and more importantly give him food.

 
Lorraine, who is not good with animals at the best of times, had just finished her second drink and was asking pointed questions about the eggs used for the pavlova (Dans real free range eggs) as she reached for the Pinot Noir ( Stockman’s Wine), when the dog introduced himself to her from about four feet away. She screamed stumbled back knocked the bottle which fell into Aunt Victorias lap spilling onto her white linen pants, she leapt up collided with the dog who had been pushed sideways by the hysterical Lorraine, the dog somersaulted as he hit the ground knocked the legs out from under the trestle table sending the beetroot salad (Spring Creek Organic beetroot and Blue Bay fetta) and the Summer pudding ( Wild Dog Strawberries and Misty Springs berries) flying through the air until they collided with James and young Olivia who immediately burst into tears and ran to find her mother who was just stepping onto the deck carrying the platter of the ( Pure Pie) sausage rolls for the kids .
 
Dan, who in a previous life must have been an acrobat (because he’s certainly not one now!) spun around grabbed the platter from Kate’s hands and steadied her before she fell in to the Fruit punch (The Orange Lady) but unfortunately put his hand into the bowl of Hummus (Tabuli Rosa) lost his balanceand fell twisting his ankle.
 
The dog however was still very happy to meet all these people and still hadn’t been given any food so he dragged himself from under the trestle and headed straight for Grandpa David who was loading his plate with some Lemon semolina cake (Angela’s country cakes) because since his eightieth birthday he has decided his life is so short he needs to eat desert first. David is not so steady on his feet now that all that desert is affecting his waistline and he stumbled into Peter was standing beside me desperate to grab the BBQ tongs from my hands and turn the sausages. Unfortunately he was talking with a mouthful of bruchetta ( Mangia Mangia) made with rosemary and garlic bread (Sourdough Kitchen) and coughed into my ear as he was bumped.I dropped the tongs grabbed the dog and took him around the back and tied him up with a couple of treats( BM Pet Snax) and went back to find Peter had usurped my position at the hotplate.
 
By now Victoria was soaking her pants in Eucalyptus solution in the laundry (Bygum) and was wearing a pair of my trousers which I forgot not to mention. The kids had wisely disappeared, Kate was comforting Lorraine with some more pinot, Dan was licking the hummus of his fingers and accepting the pain relief offered through what Pinot Lorraine wasn’t using herself. David having eaten his dessert was first in line for my Lamb ribs that Peter was claiming the credit for and was piling them high on his plate of rescued salads.
 
How was your Australia Day?