baguetteburgers & seabirds

Nature always seems to somehow fuel the energy of the day. Last weekend, after a peculiar lunch, we went for a swim to our usual rock pool, and we had the opportunity to contemplate an elegant cormorant, which I believe is also known as shag in some corners of the globe.

Trying to come up with new recipes seems to be a hard exercise. And even more when you are not wishing to spend much time cooking. So, we took some sort of shortcut and innocently played with a traditionally Northamerican item, regularly brutalized by a number of disgusting and profitable multinationals: the tragically famous hamburger. In this case I decided to call it the baguetteburger.

An interesting 2010 syrah from the Barossa called Head -like the tennis rackets-  "The Brunette", which became the  second distinctive component of this summer afternoon gastroadventure. Quite good for our baguetteburgers, but I was not completely convinced I'd pick it for other celebrations. The label design was cute, with a reminiscence of neoclassic flavours.

The weather was kind of confusing, so we got to witness a variety of climatological events. Luckily it was good enough to enjoy the warm waters of the Pacific during a beautiful sunset.