Whatever you think this post is about… I’m afraid you’re wrong. Alas.
Despite my antipathy toward any sort of travel (whether it be 2hrs by car or 20 hours by plane) I headed to the Sunshine Coast on Friday to join some college / Uni friends for an early celebration of my sister-in-law’s 50th birthday.
A fabulous time was had by all: it was great to see everyone again; our host’s canal-front place was lovely; and her kind hubby took us out on their boat for an afternoon adventure.
It was a stunning day, but the almost-orgasmic experience came later. At dinner.
As a non-foodie I’m generally as excited by hot chips from the local fish and chip shop as I am by food at ‘hatted’ restaurants.
Indeed, the shudder of anticipation I get before and during my hot chip consumption is something I cherish so much I do it way more often than I should. Despite the post
coital consumption malaise.
We were dining at a Caloundra restaurant, Tides Waterfront Dining. As a coeliac I’d checked out the website earlier in the week for gluten-free options. Fortunately I’d also emailed as I was advised the online menu was out of date and they had stacks more on offer. In fact, on arrival our friendly (but busy) waiter was able to tell me that almost everything could be prepared gluten-free. #Yay
Everyone enjoyed their food, but my entree was something else.
I was taken aback when I saw it on the menu…
Pork belly fairy floss (with tzatziki and romesco)
Pork belly fairy floss… Naturally What the fuck?! was my first reaction, before being sufficiently intrigued ask if it was gluten-free. (Which it was.)
I had no idea what to expect. But even I had, I would have been wrong because it looked like this:
However, it was the best frigging thing I have EVER tasted. Like ever! (In case you were confused!)
The fluffy flossy shapes literally melted in your mouth leaving the most succulent pork belly taste. Three of us at the table had it and none of us were able to describe exactly what it was we were eating or why we were in love. But we were all guaranteed to rave about it for days, weeks, or years after.
So now I’m back home and again satiating my desires with hot chips and similar I’ll fondly look back on that night of passion… that night of pork belly fairy floss.
Have you ever had a truly orgasmic (or really bloody good!) meal?
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