The best place to eat Japanese in Byron Bay last night was under our tarp. In a little annual ritual, we stretch our culinary muscles and take on a cooking challenge with friends, once some regulars start to disappear back home.
This year, following on from our Moroccan curry theme last year, Jules suggested we should give Japanese a whirl. Big call we reckoned given some of the limitations of caravan kitchens, but we grabbed it with both hands a great night followed. Gyoza varieties included pork and prawn, then tempura, salmon, fried rice, teriyaki chicken, sweet and savoury nibblies and some home made cherry liqueur all contributed to a veritable feast.
Lots of laughs, happy days.
Melbourne looked pretty dreary as I came in this morning, but looking forward to a productive workshop this afternoon before I head back to Byron Bay briefly. My reading on the way home will include a couple from a series I recently latched onto called School of Life: How to Change the World, and How to Find Meaningful Work, as well as the Annual Report from PNGSDP which I helped edit.