Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Cider is the new black apparently. An article in BRW magazine last year said so. It's certainly a habit I've picked up since moving to Tasmania. When you live somewhere that produces such fantastic apples and pears, it would be a shame not to indulge. I love the Blighs cider on tap at the Red Velvet Lounge in Cygnet. It reminds me of the "Ebbelwoi" (apple wine) from the Hessen region of Germany that I stayed in in the late 1980s. Dry, slightly sour and refreshing. Today I picked up a couple of bottles of Two Metre Tall's Huon Farmhouse Dry Cider and Poire from MoMa, the new market at MONA. Delicious and perfect for a hot sunny afternoon.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.