Sunday, July 24, 2011

deep fried dough

Mmmmm, doooouuugghhh nuts. Unlike Homer, I don't want to wash myself with a sponge on a stick.  So with wise reflection I nibbled a donut with tea at a recent 60th birthday celebration. Still warm and sticky with palm syrup, this little ring of tasty poison is a wild deviation from raw fruit. Don't focus on the film of oil on the surface of your tea after dunking.  And don't tell me you don't want to dunk.

It was an intimate gathering on the host's front verandah; an elevated viewpoint to watch the fishermen convene and the sun set beyond the coconut grove. The birthday boy and his wife are fellow West Australians, and their visiting friends produced a bottle of Xanadu shiraz from Margaret River that was worth photographing simply for the rare sighting of such species.  It's a long way to the bottle shop if you want a glass of red.

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