SAM FLEET | Food | Contact
Complete with his and hers pre-dinner drinks, a plate of home-made appetisers greeted Glenn Miller as he walked in the door of his Betoota Heights home this evening after what was another painful day alive.
The 38-year-old IT professional poured himself through the front door and was greeted with the warm scent of John West smoked oysters while the familiar jingling of his wife’s bangles rang around the room as she enjoyed another large mouthful of cleanskin rosé.
“How was work?” she asked.
Glenn dropped his messenger bag by the couch and explained he’d had ‘an absolute cunt of a day’ – but now that he was home, he was feeling better.
Waiting on the kitchen island, a plate of Pizza Shapes topped with a smoked oyster that went out of date sometime in 2015.
“Just what the doctor ordered,” he said.
“This is just the thing I was feeling like.”
As he looked out the kitchen window, out to the backyard, as each complex flavour meandered through his tastebuds, the bitter-sweetness of the Betoota Bitter both complimenting and aggressively clashing with each tasting note – his problems started to fade away.
“This is just the amount of pizzaz my life needed right now,” he said.
“It’s not a win but it’s not a loss. It’s just an escape.”
More to come.
