|this is Gore|
Here I am, in paradise.
Well not really Paradise; I went there last weekend, and it was. Paradise is near Queenstown, in LOTR country.
I am in Gore , Southland , New Zealand South island. A small town surrounded by spectacular options for landscape photography.
Dairy farming country.
Where cows are plentiful, along with green grass and plenty of rain.
|cows in a meadow|
Where the roads are quiet and wide, and I can walk to work.
|my daily commute|
Tractors are a popular mode of transport.
|on the road|
And bulldozers are handy for tidying the garden.
The local hills are gentle and rolling
And the gardens are full of roses
|Roses filled compost heap|
As you can see I could wax lyrical for some time.
But it is Christmas ......
and I have work to do.
My other half (OH) and youngest child are arriving on Christmas Day for a holiday.
And obviously Christmas dinner is first and foremost on OH's mind.
Hams and salads, strawberries and pavlova are the local favourites for the Christmas feast.
But we are ENGLISH
and must do things properly.
I mentioned to OH that I couldn't find a turkey, and that maybe a chicken would do.
Of course it wouldn't do.
I mentioned that I couldn't find Christmas pudding either, and immediately OH volunteered to bring one, having only the day before muttered about the extra weight of carrying a lens filter that I needed and asked him to add to his luggage......
I was getting worried.
But then I struck lucky.
I found the ENGLISH section in the local supermarket
|English foods in New World Supermarket|
Well never has a photo that I posted in Facebook engendered so much discussion and amusement.
I shall stop posting landscapes and post pictures of food instead....
Sandwich spread; 'sick in a jar'
tinned haggis; ' yum yum' ( ironic of course)
Branston pickle; sold out.........
Creamy Reeses? what on earth is that. certainly not ENGLISH
It was suggested that most of these foods were last normal fare in England when ration books were still available.
So we could feast on a tinned steak pie and some Birds custard......
Or I could cook a real meal, which I will endeavour to do ...........and not a chicken in sight.
Plus a flaming pudding along with brandy butter AND brandy sauce. Just like we always do.......
All washed down with some Epic Armageddon beer, and some local wine.
Followed by a walk in the park to see the local reindeer and the Christmas sheep.
|Gore's very own stag|
|Gore's Christmas sheep|
Happy Christmas everyone!
I'm off to Paradise.
|Paradise, New Zealand|
|sheep in Paradise|