With the memory of sparkling wine tipsiness fresh in my mind and the sugar-rush from mega lemon meringue pie fuelling my steps, the next part of my family’s Rutherglen adventure saw us drawn back to what Rutherglen does best: wineries.
At All Saints Estate I tried valiantly to find a red wine I loved, but had to admit to remaining a white wine girl at heart. I usually stick with dry whites, but A.DazzlingLady recommended I try the All Saints Moscato. You know what? It bedazzled me. It was like alcoholic grape juice, fresh and crisp, supremely refreshing, and sweet without being at all cloying. I would have happily drunkenised everyone’s share had I not been on antibiotics.
But alas, drugged I was, and so I took my steadfastly sober self off to ask for advice from Grandmother Willow.
Photo courtesy of Whispering Gums
And Grandmother Willow sang unto me:
Que que na-to-ra,
You will understand,
Listen with your heart,
You will understand.
Our hearts told my family and me that, considering we’d been out and about since early morning, we deserved a quick rest at our hotel before dinnertime came around. Knowing that I’d soon be leaving, there was a certain acuteness, a piercing cloudlessness in the happiness created by sitting on a big freshly-made bed with my parents, silently but comfortably together, working on a blog post on my laptop while Mum played Words with Friends on her iPad and Dad nutted out a newspaper Sudoku with his pen.
I’m going to miss my family so much I can’t even think about it.
For dinner that night, we headed out to Poachers Paradise, where we found ourselves surrounded by those mythical beasts that exist only in small-town pubs: the genus Mealus Humongous-as-Headus.
Don’t believe me? Look at the size of my Dad’s mixed grill:
Being more vegetable-inclined myself, I opted for the Pumpkin and Three-Cheese Lasagne, comprised of roasted pumpkin, three cheeses, spinach, and basil layered with napolitana sauce. This vegetarian lasagne was quite delicious, being neither too creamy nor oily but sufficiently cheesy and pumpkin- and herb-filled to make me smile.
Over dessert of Sticky Date Pudding with Butterscotch Sauce, E.TeacherLord and A.DazzlingLady presented my parents and me with two riddles which, days later, we still hadn’t figured out. I’m going to give you one of these at the end of this post, but only if you promise on the life of your nearest tree not to cheat by googling the answer.
Unfortunately the very nature of time ensures that it passes, and all-too-soon my brother and A.DazzlingLady were bidding my parents and me farewell as we began the drive back to Canberra. On said drive, we tried what was purported to be the “best coffee on the Hume”, I discovered the fun that is cruise control, and we stopped again at the Long Track Pantry, this time for lunch.
Mum and Dad both had a lamb curry that lacked curry flavour but was a good lamb casserole (language matters, folks!), and I swooned over the delicious and spicy Middle Eastern Chickpea and Red Lentil Soup. My Dad’s Pink Lady Apple Cider was also magical.
And so it came to pass that our wonderful weekend of shenanigans at Rutherglen came to a close. It was joyous to meet A.DazzlingLady, and one day I’ll return to drink all the Moscato at All Saints. All of it.
Question Time (remember: no cheating. No one in my family looked the answer up, so nor can you. Figure it out yourself, and great pride shall ye feel):
Thin I am fast,
Thick I am slow,
I do not grow,
Wind is my foe.
What am I?