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.
At 10am.
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.
Mmmm, sky-high lemon meringue pie.
You were so very sugary.
So very very sugary. I could have made a pillow of your glossy meringue.
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.
I’m reading pies, savoury meat ones yet all I can see is the meringue pie. I want that badly
Just think in Canada you’ll be able to share so many maple delights.
Oh, Canada … Love that maple syrup. But loved our Rutherglen weekend too, upon which Hannah has reported beautifully here. Pfoffertjes
notwithstanding…
Pfrom now on, all pfoffertjes must come with maple syrup!
I cannot wait for the maple goodness. Maple candies, maple sugar, endless rivers of maple syrup…
This may be the only time in history that I find myself less attracted to a lemon dessert and pine instead for a pancake. Oh those poffertjes! I don’t even like pancakes very much, and yet they just look so fluffy and plump and tongue-meltingly light. Step up your game lemon meringue, you’re slacking if a pancake is putting you to shame.
I’m loving how your comment shows that our tastes align, once more, in this dessert arena. I, too, usually care naught for pancakes, and yet these etherally-light yet plump mini pancakes are impossible to resist. But you know what? In the past, I’ve often had poffertjes with fresh lemon juice and icing sugar. BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.
Emu pie?! I would have chose the fluffy meringues too. And more wine.
I find emu too oily and tough. Likewise, I much prefer the meringues.
It was like a fire in my soul that I was on antibiotics over the weekend. Of all the rotten luck!! I couldn’t resist more than few wine tastings, but had to limit my full glasses. Boo!
THAT’S HIM!!!! THAT’S CHRISTOPHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! The guy seemed so uninterested in my ecstatic gibberings about you and Pip’s wedding and the cat, that I assumed this wasn’t THE cat. Hurrah that he was! He’s so gorgeous and fluffy and friendly! It must be the Lizzi-touch.
Also, immediately following the winery, we also went to Parkers Pies… where I too ate the lemon meringue
This makes me so ridiculously happy. One day we shall eat lemon meringue pie together. xo
I WANT SOME POFFERTJES RIGHT NOW! I tried one (yes, just one; someone else bought them and I snatched a single one from their plate) in the Netherlands and oh glory be, the deliciousness.
Can we trade families? Even for just a little bit?
My darlingdarling, poffertjes seem to appear at every single festival I go to here in Canberra, so when you come visit not only will you be adopted into my family, we can go on a poffertjes hunt. My family can be your family (either here or if we find a way for me to live there and my parents then visit
) xoxo
What a gorgeous looking lemon meringue pie. I love how it’s sky-high! I’d love a big piece even if it is very sugary. And those pies have such interesting flavours. Which one did you choose? It seems you are having a wonderful time on this tour around the wineries. xx
The lemon meringue was my choice. I figured that if we were all having pie for lunch, then I might as well go the whole hog and get dessert pie!
I think, though, the others tried a fancy lamb pie, a crocodile pie, a straight meat pie, and maybe a buffalo pie??
I love these kind of sky high lemon meringue pies hehe
Especially those that are VERY sugary hahahaa 
I wish I could go on a holiday like you hehe ~
You’re in Melbourne, right? Rutherglen’s only three hours away for you! You CAN go on such a holiday!
P.S. This definitely was sugary! Personally, I wish the lemon filling had been less sweet, but I think that means you’d have absolutely loved it.
WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN POFFERTJES? This suddenly seems of utmost importance. They look like pikelets but cuter and fluffier. And they have a splendiferous name.
Also, a whisky and chocolate factory? Is this so non-chocolate lovers will agree to go? I am very in favour of the concept!
Are you serious?? They’re at every festival here in Canberra! The Folk Festival, the Multicultural Festival, I think even Floriade has a Poffertjes stall! Poffertjes and Gozleme. I don’t think I’ve ever been to a festival without those two dishes.
They’re fluffier/plumper than pikelets, but that might just have something to do with the special pan they’re cooked in 
Alas, we found upon arrival that the whisky part doesn’t exist yet! Oops to them!
So much pie and amazing food my friend – your experiences get better and better
I can’t help but stare at the food, honestly my eyes are drawn to its freshness!
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
What’s life without amazing experiences?
I can only stare goggle-eyed at that lemon meringue pie!! Wish I were trundling along in that car behind you xcat
I wish you were too! Or even squeezed into the car with us. I would’ve loved having you at the wineries to help guide me to a red that I might actually like. xo
you have the lemon meringue pie (even if you look like you are tipping it off your plate in that photo) and I will run away with the winery kitty – criminality is when you take it but if it comes willingly that is surely legal – it looks so very cute!
Teehee, with the amount of sticky sugary meringue involved, I doubt the pie would’ve fallen off even if I’d held it upside down above my head!
Well it’s probably for the best that you don’t go to prison because I don’t think prison would suit you! Nor I for that matter so I stay away from criminality (is that a word? well it is now
).
The only way I’d survive prison would be if you were my cellmate, and we spent all day every day striking poses together.
Charleston, Charleston, made in Caroliiiiiiina. What are the blue gum and iron bark honeys like?
I would dance and prance for delicious meringue pie and the world’s second most beautiful cat! – after mine, of course. She’s sitting right here and following along with what I’m typing, so I gots to be faithful.
Love the nickname you’ve given your brother’s girlfriend:)
They are incredibly delicious. I’ve just finished my jars of leatherwood and snow gum honeys, and have now realised I have a kilo of these new honeys to get through in, what two weeks? Oops. But I couldn’t help myself; they so delicious!
Psychic Cat knows all! You better pretend you don’t like any other cats at all at all at all, or she might pout at you!
I have to confess I’m not really into meringue… but poffertjes yes please!
I love your post titles; they’re always brilliant
I also love the look of those mini pancakes – I think I’d have scoffed the lot in seconds – and that lemon meringue pie… the ones in cafes here always look so unappetising but that looks like a dream in a bowl!
That kitty!! How did you not scoop him up and just run for the hills?? Surely a few happy hours frolicking with a pretty kitty like that would be worth a criminal record??
It was tempting indeed! Unfortunately, my parents are both allergic to cats, so they wouldn’t've been happy if I’d stashed that kitty in the car with us
Ooh, I’d love to try emu pie, how different! Although your slice of lemon meringue pie looks absolutely LUSCIOUS. AND KITTY! <3
I’ll never forget the time I took the Irish version of Tylenol or whatever for a headache and then went out to the bar and made a complete fool of myself since the medication had codeine in it!
Oh codeine. Such a strange and magical thing it is. (Actually, I’ve only taken codeine after a minor surgery, and the combination of its power and the strength of my pain caused me to throw up. So, actually, codeine must be kind of evil.)
CUTE CAT!
I’m pretty sure that you don’t eat savoury food. You *claim* to, but I’m not convinced. Nope, not at all.
I’m about to post part three, in which there’s proof of TWO ENTIRE savoury dishes that went in my belly. Although, of course, there’s no real evidence that I ate them. I s’pose I could’ve just taken photos of other people’s dinners. YOU’LL NEVER KNOW FOR SURE.