The word coochie has some sexy connotations, of the feminine variety, but this post is named after an idylic island I have been internet stalking on Australia's real estate websites. It is just off the coast of Brisbane, Coochiemudlo Island, Coochie to the locals. It has a smattering of houses, where the local kids have to catch a ferry (free) to get to the mainland schools. It's beaches are perfect: white sand azure blue ocean no concrete promenades or hired umbrellas, just a backdrop of peeling gum trees, ants and blowies and dusty paths that turn to sand that snake from backyards to the sea.
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Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Cardamom on my tongue
Cardamom is one of my favourite flavours and it pops up in unexpected places. Cardamom ice cream like they make in India is a revelation. I was recently swooning with delight on the windswept street of Curry Mile in Rusholme, as I sucked a long thin cardamom and pistachio ice cream, a kulfi, bought from an old robed man with a stall that I've never seen again.
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