In Wellington recently I had a really good pot of green tea (at Dumpling’d on Boulcott Street for anyone local). The menu described it as green tea with rose petals and fruit, and it was delicious.
I’m dubious about a lot of flavoured teas since I discovered the added sugars, oil and sundry other ingredients in the fine print, but I figured I could probably get close to replicating the taste with — well, green tea, rosebuds and fruit.
I was right.
The green and rosebud teas came from our local Asian grocer, and the fruit is dried apple slices from the supermarket. My first attempt wasn’t great, but second time round I was more generous with the roses and apple, and I added some fresh lemon thyme from the garden.
I would do my happy dance, but I don’t want to spill tea down my front.
Pea, mint and feta fritters with roasted asparagus. Image: Su Leslie
If I seem even more food-obsessed than usual this weekend, it’s partly because I had some sort of gastric bug earlier in the week and couldn’t eat for a couple of days; but mostly because I am feeling incredibly lucky and grateful to actually have food.
The more I read about the climate catastrophe engulfing the planet, the collapse of eco-systems and the horrendous loss of species after species, the more I wonder how much longer I can take for granted the means to produce even simple, vegetarian meals like these fritters and asparagus.
The generation I was born into the tail-end of has often been called “the lucky generation”, but I fear if we don’t all make radical changes very soon, our luck will run out.
Raw chocolate raspberry slice. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Experimenting with a new recipe for something a little sweet but without dairy and refined sugar. This slice contains almond meal, coconut oil, buckwheat, rice syrup, raspberries, chia seeds and very dark chocolate. Once I got it out of the fridge, the raspberry layer began to melt pretty quickly.
The photo isn’t great, but the slice tasted pretty good.
Craft brewery in an old seaplane hangar with water views — Little Creatures in Hobsonville Point was ticking lots of boxes. Great food too. Lamb rump for the Big T; Caesar salad for me. Plus chips, but that goes without saying in a pub.
“Gourmandism is an act of judgment, by which we prefer things which have a pleasant taste to those which lack this quality.” — Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin