There are only a finite amount of boxes to pack and unpack when shifting house. So it follows that there will only be a finite amount of meals that may be eaten out during all the chaos. However, with a bit of planning and imagination this chaotic time may be stretched out a bit so that the finite number becomes a somewhat larger finite number. It is a unique feasting season quite unlike any other which requires a suitably matching gastronomic fortitude and fully deserves unbridled enthusiasm.
Naturally it is necessary to say goodbye to all the favourite restaurants: the French provincial cuisine, the north Indian cuisine, the modern Australian cuisine… It is necessary to say goodbye to family and friends and this may well be done whilst also partaking of South east Asian cuisine or Italian cuisine.
A few home delivered pizzas at the very height of the chaos are a must have, absolutely necessary in fact, all the kitchen items are already packed, only other items remain to be packed.
Naturally it is necessary to say hello to some of the restaurants in our new location, a rural town with several cuisines represented. Of the many kitchen boxes to unpack, who could say exactly which one would be holding the culinary BFF (Best Friend Forever) vegetable steamer? I had taken little notice of what went into which box, after all why would I want to curtail the feasting season prematurely?
Eventually some new normality has to be reached. All the shops here sell pears