Back from a week in
The sky. So expansive. So very much bigger, brighter and bluer than the sky here at home. Almost too big to take in. The photo, taken from the hotel room, does not do it justice. Achingly beautiful clouds. No rain.
A sculpture walk about an hour out of
Miso soup for breakfast, standard hotel buffet-breakfast fare meant for Japanese tourists no doubt, but what a way to start the day. Tiny cubes of firm tofu, small, neat rectangular pieces of nori that melt in the warmth of the soup and, best of all, deep-fried shallots set out neatly for floating in your bowl. Habit-forming.
Panko-crumbed fresh snapper fillets, cooked by the Artist’s incredibly generous mum. Served with a dairy-free version of Jansson’s Temptation gleaned from the current edition of the Auckland-based Cuisine magazine. Really, really good.
A private viewing of an important collection of New Zealand’s finest art owned buy an old friend of the Artist’s family. Oh my god. I finally get Colin McCahon.