Marilyn's birthday today and we've agreed that we won't make a fuss about it. Who wants to celebrate getting old! Were planning to have lunch out later in the week.
Yesterday was our regular Probus morning tea. We're tired of the drive up and down the highway to attend Deloraine functions but we're still tied to the town in many ways. We were meeting at 40 Degrees South, a fish farm just outside the town where we knew we would be well-fed. Normally, we might get up to 30 people at these events but only 12 had booked in. I hope it's not a downward trend.
The farm is run by Ziggy, a German fellow who fancies himself a bit of a comedian, although you don't often find German and comedian going together in the same sentence. Apart from the salmon he grows in large tanks fed from a mountain stream, he grows ginseng. I'm not sure I see the connection but he markets a spice mix which contains powdered ginseng and it's supposed to be good for you.
His business is doing well, mainly because he's associaated with a Government initiative to steer tourists in his direction. Tourists can pick up a brochure which gives details of a Tasting Trail, so you can drive from one side of Tasmania to the other, sampling various treats on the way. A marketing genius dug up the term, 'Forage' which is much more marketable than Tasting so people are encouragd to take part in the Northern Forage Trail. I assume there is a matching Southern Forage as well.
The Northern Trail has such exotic treats as hazelnuts, truffles, wasabi, cheese, berries, chocolate, icecream, dried fruits, smoked eels and so on. What's not to like?
As we were driving away from the farm, we noticed a couple of people foraging for blackberries along the side of the road. I wanted to tell them they'd do better at Longford Berries but Marilyn reminded me that no one likes a know-it-all.
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