* That's me taking the piss. Who else is tired of this recently-gone-mainstream food trend - the wordy listings of the source of ingredients on menus? It's starting to make me wonder if some of these Johnny-come-lately establishments are honestly championing the wares of small growers/producers/makers or are merely jumping on the trend-bandwagon to make a few quick bucks. From diners who willingly lap it all up, proclaiming themselves "locavores" only minutes after consuming a piece of meat that travelled only blah-blah-blah kilometres from paddock-to-table. Their very first. When they live twice that distance away from the table at that restaurant. It's all one big wank fest, I say.
Oh, just in case you're wondering...the rosewater is indeed from Turkey. A present hand-carried back by the boyfriend's boss for me. It's the best one available, she said. And she would know because she's Turkish. I bought the orange blossom water from our local Indian spice shop. It's imported from Lebanon. My "Golden Golden" is definitely not a dessert for hardcore locavores.
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The picture is the first Instagram-ed one on this blog. I've been using the app for some time now. Only for quick show-and-tell pics for pals on Twitter. I like the pretty pictures it makes but I still feel strange using a very thin phone as a camera. I think it's a grip thing? My little Canon Ixus is not much thicker but I feel that it's more ergonomically-sound as a camera because it was specifically-designed to be one? Or maybe I'm just being the biggest fussy-pot in the world. Ha.
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