Richard the Great…Mate
Curtis and Richard
Had lunch today at Nikau Cafe Wellington with my good buddy Richard Genn, legendary chef ex-Aman resorts and one of the best palates I know on the planet – and a top man to boot! After a few decades at Aman resorts he’s decided to take a break and hanging out in Bris-Vegas with his family. He’s actually a kiwi, indeed a Wellington boy! Yes, another amazing (wandering) palate who grew up in the windy city in possibly the most culinary low era of New Zealand’s history other than the first settlers coming to terms with there only being birds, fish and kumara in Aotearoa.
We had a marvelous lunch at Nikau Cafe, one of my local favourites and totally civilized place to be on a gloriously sunny Wellington day with the tables spreading alfresco. We grazed our way through the entrees and I had him wrap his lips around some Mount Edward Gruner Veltliner and Burn Cottage Pinot Noir…both got the nod.

Nice way to spend a summers day and have a good yarn with a mate. Hoorah!

For the Fallen – We will remember them
Gallipoli dawn service - 2012

Gallipoli dawn service – 2012

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
We will remember them.

New Zealand Soldiers at Anzac Cove 1915

 



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Happy New Year from the Wandering Palate
Angkor bas relief pig for dinner

Inspiration for 2015 comes from John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America

 “I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.” Read More >

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Merry Christmas from the Wandering Palate
Pohutakawa (Small)

It’s the Pōhutukawa tree that does it for me… our very own Christmas Tree

Where else on the planet would there be a tree that speaks to me, and understands I have been 28 years at sea.

I thought I was destined to roam, but as it turned out I found my way home.

To Wellington, the great harbour of Tara, but also named after our past master.

A town named after a Duke that would make most Kiwi’s puke, but never mind, its a ship of line that our character is defined.

And I did my time here in my youth, and some would say I was a touch uncouth, and that’s probably the truth.

Actually, it’s the garage beer that brings me here, a beverage I would like to be near.

They call it Wellywood, but my purpose for being here is little understood.

I should really live in New York as my wife is a banker, and she’s the anchor.

But what sort of tree would I talk to in New York… I think I’d rather shake hands with an Ork.

No, it’s the Pōhutukawa tree with its stamen bright, surely the future is in sight.

You know everything is all right, when I drive around Oriental Bay in the twilight.

And when I look at my daughter, and I see her shine, I know that coming back to New Zealand was always in my mind.

Wishing you all the very best for the festive season

The Wandering Palate

Zerotasking
Zerotasking jpeg

Just love the card my daughter gave me for my birthday…

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Imagine being married to one of these mob, a seriously dry argument!
Not the sort of women for me

Not the sort of women for me

Free free, set them free… Free free, set them free
Great Escape

Yes the rumour is true, the Wandering Palate has escaped Singapore, having moved back to my old home town of Wellington, New Zealand, after nearly three decades—wandering. If anyone asks why Wellington? Just tell them “It’s like an ocean trout lost at sea for 28 years and finally coming back to the spawning ground”.

I will write at length on the Singapore experience (meanwhile click here) and what is install next including a new writing gig in the wings, but this will have to wait, until we have unpacked…meanwhile it is business as usual with the Wandering Palate website, albeit random until things settle down a bit. And you can get me on thewanderingpalate@gmail.com

Cheers! Curtis

 

Ata Rangi – There are seeing-eye dogs, sniffer dogs, and then there are wine dogs. Checking brix today before the Syrah pick..
How do you tell if your grapes are at optimum ripeness? Send in the wine dogs of course

How do you tell if your grapes are at optimum ripeness? Send in the wine dogs of course

This picture twittered by Ata Rangi caught my eye… there are truffle dogs and there are Brix sniffing dogs, pretty logical when you think about…

read more on Ata Rangi – click here

 

 

Obituary – Jacques HERAUDEAU 13.12.1943 – 23.2.2014 Chef-Owner of La Madrague
Jacques. smelling the roses

I was deeply saddened by the news that Chef Jacques Heraudeau passed away, Sunday, 23rd February, 2014, losing a two year battle with cancer, at 71 years of age, before his time. Read More >

Merry Christmas from the Wandering Palate – I Hope Santa Brings You a Big Juicy Bone
Merry Christmas from the Wandering Palate