Two Choices

As I sat at the cafe at Mudjimba this morning I faced one of the recurrent “first world” dilemmas in my life: what should I eat last. Should I finish on the bacon or the haloumi? Both tasted great, but which should be the last thing I tasted?

Haloumi and Bacon
Haloumi and Bacon

I’ve been doing this ever since childhood. Growing up on a diet of meat and three veg I was always wondering which of the vegetables I should end on. Most of the time I saved the peas til last.

Forty years later and I’m still doing it. Most recently it was over a desert at a nice restaurant which had multiple items and tastes.

I told some friends about this particular “habit” of mine a few years ago, and they thought it was absolutely hilarious. Please tell me I’m not the only one who does it?

I called in to the “Lizard Cafe” as I had a couple of hours to kill between leaving Gympie and catching my flight from Sunshine Coast Airport back to Sydney.

As I told the woman driving the Gympie airport shuttle bus of my dilemma – a couple of hours to kill at the airport – she offered to drop me off at the small town/resort of Mudjimba about seven minutes drive from the airport. “It’s the last remaining part of the Sunshine Coast that hasn’t been developed”, she told me, and highly recommending the bakery.

We had been chatting for quite some time on the trip from Gympie to the Muster site, and then to the Sunshine Coast, and had discovered a common ancestral link in Northern NSW. Her ancestors included the Spinaze family, who were amongst the settlers at New Italy not far from my home town of Lismore. I certainly recall the name from both primary and high school.

Bushland near the Gympie Muster site
Bushland near the Gympie Muster site

Having consumed a yummy breakfast, I went for a walk over to the beach. Although windy, the weather was pretty spectacular, and I worried briefly about developing a case of sunburn.

The difference between the people at Gympie and those having breakfast on the coast was quite dramatic. In addition to the way they dressed, there was also an obvious physical difference in the way they carried themselves between those who lived on the coast, and those who lived a little bit inland. It’s hard to articulate, but you know it when you see it.

And then it was back to the airport to kill an hour or so before my flight. Those waiting for planes included an assortment of people who had also obviously – by the way they dressed – been at the Muster.

“Do you feel like some lunch?”, one woman said to the other. “Not after that breakfast”, she replied, adding, “let’s just have alcohol”. And they did, two big glasses of chardy, as I sat and went through some of my photographs, and composed this blog post.

After just a couple of days in the country I feel very relaxed.

I also feel quite bloated, having consumed more meat and protein this weekend that I would otherwise consume in a week. Today’s breakfast probably didn’t help my cholesterol levels and risk of heart disease.

In the end, I chose the bacon to end the meal. The haloumi was good. Very good. In fact, some of the best haloumi I’ve had. But the bacon was also very bloody good.

Perhaps this “two choices” dilemma is an analogy for my life. I love the city and I love the country. In the end, which will I choose?

5 Replies to “Two Choices”

  1. No James, you are alone in your ‘food finishing’ dilemmas. I too like to leave the best till last! This usually turns out the be the meat, but vegetables in cream sauce or the like can make me change my mind. I am glad I am not the only one comtemplating these seemingly trivial decisions………
    Cheryl, Coolamon NSW

  2. Yes, best bits till last, usually meat, but sometimes vegetables with a sauce. See the end of my post today.

    I spent a few days in Gympie in the late 1970s. It was horrid. People of a variety I had never met before, Salvation Army, cane toads, flies, hot water heated on a stove in the heat, unbelievable humidity.

  3. haha lucky your dilemma is a no-brainer for me personally…good luck deciding anyway!

  4. I’m with Cheryl and Andrew. I eat those items I like the least first and save what I like the best for the end.

    Sometimes I sound like I’m still six years old!

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