Okay. I am back from New Zealand. Normal service will resume. And now I know for next time I go away to make sure I schedule some posts in advance. I really thought I would post regularly from New Zealand. I mean, I took my laptop, and my in-house photographer, and New Zealand has the internet now - has done for nearly ten whole years, in fact!* I didn't count on the fact that I'd be on holiday, though, and holidays - well, they're quite full on really, aren't they? I mean, I was beaching and sailing and wine tasting and cafe-hopping and restaurant-going - it was MADNESS. Literally** not a second to blog.
But at least I ate***. A lot. Everything, it seemed at times. Food in New Zealand is really good - like, really really good. It's fresher, and seems livelier than anything I find over here, even at the farmers' markets. That could be bias speaking, or it could be that it's winter here right now, so obviously the fruit and veges aren't going to be on par. Or it could just be that New Zealand's food is better. It's certainly less worrying than food in the US - there's no corn syrup in anything, genetically modified food has to be labelled, and most animals are grass fed by default. As a result, I didn't feel the need to be 'that person' in the restaurant who needs to ask every question under the sun about the menu. Instead, I just ate. Everything.
I really was quite the pig while in New Zealand - but it was well worth it. Unfortunately, though, it did mean that I completely failed to get any pictures of the food, which is a real shame, because not only did it taste great, it almost always was presented in a stunning manner. I did appreciate it. "Oooh, this looks great," I'd say greedily as it was placed in front of me. A matter of seconds later, H1 would say, "Did you want to take any pictures of that?" and I would look down at my decimated plate and respond in a small voice, "Yes."
So there are no photos of the food, but trust me, it was there and it was great. There is evidence of the before, in which H1 and I gather around tables...
And there is evidence of the after, which is the strained button on my jeans. I'm not putting up any photos of that, though.
It was an experience, and I regret nothing. I'm also pleased to have answered my own question of whether I would find it easy to live in New Zealand again. My stomach, at least, says yes.
*Sorry New Zealand, the 'New Zealand is really small and far away' jokes are just too easy.
***Ick. I would not go on a holiday where I didn't eat.