Good meals are more than simply immaculately and creatively plated portions of exquisite treats, served by someone calling me "Sir". Setting, company, occasion - all can override the actual food itself if not complementing what is on the plate.
Or the paper.
On an easy Sunday in Auckland the four of us (plus Elvis) went the takeaway route. We picked up fish and chips (snapper in this case)
and drove up to Mt. Eden where we walked round the rim of the crater to a view of much of Auckland below.
Blankets spread, paper packages of fish and chips unwrapped, a bottle of Lindy's (we tried to taste as much typical NZ cuisine as possible!) opened.

Sunset came upon us

- and we weren't the only ones there to enjoy it, of course.
Just such a remarkably relaxing meal together, and other than champagne flutes, no dishes to deal with.And, as an added bonus, Conrad and I found ourselves setting each other off into giggles much of the rest of the trip simply by jokingly uttering the supposed NZ pronunciation of the meal: fush and chups. I mean really, how do you top a meal like that?
1 comment:
Hi pete,
You can't top a meal of fush and Chups in paper - nothing better!
dion
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