Snatches-of-Bliss-and-Are-You-Freaking-Out-Yet?

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* Welcome *

Changed da house,
Changed da look.

BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...

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Wednesday, December 22, 2004

~ Honeymoon Day 3 ~

Getting A Tan - it was too good an opportunity to pass up. After listening to the waves crash below us melodically for two days, we decided to get a reasonable tan at the beach.

I don't know how much sunscreen Tony slathered on himself, but he took about 3 times longer than I did, which turned out to be the wiser move of course because I came back to Canberra with my back peeling in parts. I was so eager to change my pasty white flesh into something golden and respectable and SOUTHEAST ASIAN that I didn't even bother to ask the new husband to do the honours of rubbing sunscreen onto my back. I really should have. Because I couldn't see what I was doing, the distribution of sunscreen (SPF 60!) was more uneven than I had imagined. and I swear I now have white finger marks on my shoulder blade where the sunscreen used to be. I HAVE A STUPID TAN, dammit.

Made up for it by donning a nice creamy white number and going to a chi-chi seafood restaurant later that night.

Basil's is a modest hole in the wall and took us 45 minutes (with me navigating) to get there from Waringah. I was informed however that it was voted one of the best seafood restaurants in Sydney, where the likes of the CEO of McDonalds Australia dine. (Steve and Della-Lee have since become such frequent fine diners there, that they now occupy said CEO's special guest box.) It's the kind of place where Basil himself comes out and greets you personally, where you are escorted to your seat by non-local waiters whose pastimes include golfing, and a tray of the day's appetisers, then main courses, then desserts are shown to you and carefully explained in brisk, thick accents and very rolled Rs.

I ended up with a tuna steak and Tony had a sea bass, but the appetisers and the desserts were gorgeous. We had something like fresh oysters with this crab-lobster-butter-something melted and half-baked over it, and to-die-for shellfish (I really forget which one) in this garlic cream sauce that just made my tonsils sing.

All we have left is a pic of the dessert, and I can't remember what we ate (I'm writing this a whole month after we had this meal), but do believe me when I say it was the food of kings.

# posted by Velle | 10:19 am

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