Yarra Valley Races

If you have ever been out to the Yarra Valley races I will assume that you, like I, have plans never to go back? It wasn't the company (they were great), it wasn't the weather (not so great, but bearable), it wasn't the horses (I love the horses), and it definitely wasn't the food (YUMMO). The reason I won't be going back rests somewhere between the screeching, drunk, and pretty unnattractive Bucks and Hens parties, and the band - called 80's-R-Us (say no more) who were parked directly behind our marquee. I have been to other country races, as well as city races, and have seen some pretty sorry and sordid sights (mainly at Flemington...). But nothing will stick in my mind like the enourmous leggingsunderdress clad, purple-topped barefoot (and almost bare-breasted) girl who insisted on prancing, running, falling over, and rubbing herself up against any half-male looking body, in front of me for most of the day.

The Food - The thing I love about country racing is everybody bringing along their favourite nibbles to eat with the champers that flows steadily throughout the day. There were 5 in our group so we split the shopping thusly: J cooked mini savoury muffins and choc slice, K & S cooked potato and goat cheese balls and brought along some great dips they had bought at the Melbourne Show, I did the Vic Market run for various anti-pasti type food (thanks for the tip on Spanish Queen Olives Pete), and E did a wonderous new dessert, forever forward known as 'world famous fruit'n'dip' - maybe...

The Dip consists of philli Cream Cheese, white Chocolate, and Passionfruit Pulp - THAT'S IT!! but believe me - the taste is truly to die for, I think back on it now that I am on my Detox (more about that tomorrow) with much awe and intense yearning - Thanks E!