It's easy to get so caught up in the clamour and commotion of Melbourne city life that we forget what lies behind it all. Although it feels a little foreign at first being somewhere that isn't within a 10km radius of a particular set of golden arches, getting 'away' from the hustle can be exactly what the doctor ordered. That is, especially when hills are plentiful and you have eaten 82 too many easter eggs over the past few days. Flats at the ready.
This trip was in pursuit of wining, dining and unwinding. Mum and I hit the road and headed down the Mornington Peninsula to the ever-so-picturesque location of Red Hill. Aka a foodie playground that offers up some of the most delicious fresh produce in Victoria. Not to mention the alcohol. Oh my goodness. Pinot noir, moscato, chardonnay. Basically, wine for dayz.
During the tasting experiences I put on my best 'I am a trained sommelier from Bordeaux who has definitely never ever purchased a $5 bottle of Passion Pop from Dan Murphy's' face and hoped for the best. It went something along the lines of 'Oo, ah, this one has notes of please help me I don't know what I am talking about'.
The concept of studying and marvelling at an alcoholic substance is one that my 18 year old self is not yet akin to but I'd say that it was a pretty good first lesson, and I've gained a new appreciation for the winer things in life. Ha. A+ for efforts, C- for pun.
Lunch at / Montalto
|As you step outside, lofty white umbrellas scatter a buzzing vegie patch that I hope to recreate one day but deep down know that I never will be able to because I cannot keep anything alive. My lineage of deceased gold fish is testament to this.|
|At the tasting station, Montalto's finest are showcased for you to graze on and admire. I absolutely love the branding and sleek design of their oils and wines. They tasted bloody amazing also.|
|There's something so cool about being surrounded by the produce that is being served to you; that right here is where it was planted, fed, watered, grown and plucked for your enjoyment.|
|LOOK AT THAT PUMPKIN-GROWING PROWESS.|
|If this doesn't make you just a little bit hot and sweaty, I don't know what will. Maybe if I stare at the Cruskits on my desk right now with enough contempt they may just go and turn themselves into this pizza. One can dream.|
A stroll at / Port Phillip Estate
|Still on a cheese and bickies high.|
|Question: How do you get grass that green? Kind Regards, every high school and local park in Melbourne.|
|My Mum initially described Port Philip Estate to me as a ' massive concrete bunker' and that isn't exactly the best way to entice potential visitors. Upon arrival, I completely understood what she meant, but it is also SO much cooler and less nihilistic than that.|