Our new baby.
Today marked the reopening of Brisbane's best fish 'n chip shop
A Salt and Battery, after a harrowing 3 week break. Gam and I weren't the only ones to have Monday the 16th of January marked down on our calendar, as we went there around 4.30pm to buy some fresh prawns and barramundi to cook for dinner (ok, Gam did the cooking) and the outdoor seating area was already half full of people tucking in. Although I must admit it has been a long time since I saw it only half full; the very lovely owner (Chris? He's probably forgotten our names too by now!), who used to always find time for a quick chat but was so run off his feet all year that all he could spare was a wave and a yell of 'hello' over the din, was actually able to come over for a chat once again. It's probably the last time we'll get to speak to him all year, given how busy the place gets, but he gave us the good news that he'll once again be making Salsa Verde... previously Gam and I were pretty much the only people who would ask for it, so he stopped making it, which was a real shame because it was mouth-wateringly good. Hopefully the sheer number of customers he now gets will mean that at least a few more people will be interested in trying it instead of aoli or tartare sauce. Not that either of those are bad- he makes them fresh himself, and the tartare is so good my dad always wants a jar of it to take back to NSW, but the Salsa Verde is on a level of its own.
Anyway, we had a damn nice dinner; Gam barbequed the prawns with garlic, butter and fresh basil and oregano, and grilled the barramundi. It was so tasty I forgot to save some for
Feifei (he's a fussy little bugger, but he likes his Barra). We are already plotting as to what we'll get next time. We still haven't polished off the last piece of fresh turkish delight, but I'm sure I can bring myself to do it and save Gam the trouble...
Something I haven't blogged about yet is our new 'pet' baby bluetongue. Approximately 15 cm in length, we found it (I think it's a 'her'?) inside the foyer of our unit complex, and Gam had the great idea of putting it in our small back garden- which is actually a small, low wall running the length of our back balcony, the space between the back wall and the low wall being filled with dirt. In one half we keep the
Pork Beast, and in the other we keep several continental parsley plants, some small dresina trees, an errant sweet-potato vine (my fault- I had a sweet potato that sprouted and I felt sorry for it) and several trillion
garden cockroaches, which are a favourite of many rotund-looking Asian Chirping Geckos. I kind of helped the cockroaches along with fruit and vegetable scraps until it got to the point where the section where I dumped the scraps was literally a crawling mass of cockroaches at night, and they would demolish any organic matter I put in there- from banana peels to dead
American or
Australian cockroaches... which I have a little phobia of, so I make a point of squishing them... and so what if I get a sick sense of satisfaction out of seeing their corpses being eaten by 'good' cockroaches? It's called Recycling.
Given the sheer number of cockroaches I figured it would be a good idea to have a resident diurnal predator. Plus it was a good excuse to have a bluetongue as a 'pet'. From everything I knew about blue-tongues I was aware that they are most active during the day. Not so with our new friend. I saw it fairly often during the day once I'd become aware of most of its little 'haunts', and I wasn't surprised to see it soon looking perhaps a little more sausage-shaped and a little less gaunt than when I carried it home, but I
was surprised to venture out the back one night to see a not-at-all-sleepy little bluetongue sitting happily in the middle of the cockroach patch. Since then I've been leaving the light on for it, not that it needs my help, and tonight I thought I had, for the first time, actually witnessed it hunting.
You see, Gam made some ginger-biscuit dough before Christmas that we never used, and I finally decided to get rid of it two days ago by dumping it in the back garden for the cockroaches. So when I saw the bluetongue sitting in front of the pile of biscuit dough, suddenly getting a glint in its eye before lunging down to snap something up and swallow it, I figured it had picked a garden-cockroach from the dough. When it opened its mouth and bent down to eat something again I looked even more carefully: the little beast had its mouth wrapped around a large chunk of biscuit dough and was busy twisting it off the main bulk of the dough! It then proceeded to swallow the dough before noticing I'd called Gam out to gawp at it too, and scurried towards the back of the garden, no doubt ashamed of its gluttony.
I knew that blue-tongues were fond of things like boiled egg and dog-food, but gingerbread dough? I suppose it was just too much effort to pluck up one of the thousands of slow-moving cockroaches that scuttle around in plain sight. I was kind of looking forward to the day when it grew big enough to tackle the American cockroaches, but it's starting to look like I'll have to catch them and sautee them in butter before serving them to this little monster!
I must get some photos of the blighter before it grows too obese to fit in the camera frame.