After a long day of road trippin’, taking over a submarine Titanic-style, finding that antibiotics and wine are indeed a potent combination, and playing board games into the night, my family and I began the second day of our Rutherglen weekend at the Pfeiffer Wines Winter Farmers Market.
First stop: coffee, luscious nectar of the gods. Once suitably caffeinated, E.TeacherLord, A.DazzlingLady, my parents, and I explored the market, coming away with locally-produced honey (Blue Gum and Iron Bark for me), tapenade, olive oils, apples, and chardonnay jelly.
Second stop: poffertjes, mini maple-syrup drizzled pancakes of pixies.
Alas, even with the magical powers of Pfeiffer’s poffertjes (pfoffertjes?) to fuel us, we were unable to find either turtles or bunyips in the river from our vantage point on Sunday Creek Bridge. And thus, with heavy hearts, we began our winery tour.
Sometimes being on holidays is awesome.
One of the lovely wineries we visited was Stanton and Killeen Wines, which my superstarmagicfriend Lizzi had recommended we visit. She knows the winery’s owners, and even played a part in naming one of its resident Winery Kitties.
This may not be the Lizzi-named cat, but it was nevertheless perhaps the most gorgeous and friendly cat I’ve ever met. I spent a goodly few minutes plotting to kidnap this Winery Kitty under my jacket by throwing a bottle of wine into the fire to create an explosion-distraction, but then I remembered that I don’t do criminality.
What I do do, though, is stand as if I’m about to do the Charleston. I do this whilst visiting the Corowa Whisky and Chocolate Factory, which is housed in an old flour mill. And which itself housed several goats. (But no baby sheep! No baby sheep, A.DazzlingLady! Where were the baby sheep?)
For lunch, we headed to Rutherglen’s famous Parker Pies, which is known for its emu, kangaroo, buffalo, coconut curry, Indian-spiced, and all-kinds-of-fancy-flavoured gourmet pies. However, as you can see, I found myself pulled by invisible glittering threads away from the savoury pastries and towards the dessert section of the café.
You were so very sugary.
But, instead, I ate you, and then hopped back in the car for more winery escapades.
Next up: Grandmother Willow, Pub Food, and the Trip Home.