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Well, I was going to start my reviews with some charming small artisan bakery or perhaps a darling little winery tucked away in a hidden valley, but then my husband sent me a text yesterday at 5pm (death zone for parents) suggesting we blow our savings on a meal out and well, frankly once I’d taken a look in the fridge (barren) and a look at the children (fighting) I swiftly brushed my hair, slapped on some lippy (Magenta Moon from Three Birds, Stirling – the world single best lipstick, but I digress), shouted a lot jollied the children into putting their socks and shoes back on and we were off. Shooting up the road at approx 90ks (joking traffic police) to get to the Stirling Hotel.

Now I love the Stirling Hotel, it’s a great big monster of a pub, but it does great food, it’s reasonably child friendly, and well, frankly it serves wine. Oh and beer. Which makes it some kind of paradise for a tired, lazy parent on a midweek evening.

As I dashed in trailing children clutching Scooby Doo cards and a tattered copy of the BFG (see it’s not that kid friendly – you do have to bring your own fun), I was cheered and heartened to see two other school mums downing Shiraz as if their lives depended on it whilst their children lunged greedily at plates of Schnitzel and chips.

My dining companions and I decided to try the new Pizza Bar – see blurry picture above. It’s a recent addition to the Stirling Hotel, and I’ve been mad keen to try it for what seems like ages but is actually probably only about a week. Our trusty, adventurous offspring spurned the Duck Ham and lardons pizzas and chose an old favourite chicken nuggets and chips which arrived to their horror with a garnish of green leaves artfully tossed in a frankly mad vinaigrette (Vinaigrette! Has the chef met any children?). The little champions successfully managed to eat everything with zero nutritional value and left the leaves lying limply on the edge of their plates.

Being actual grown ups and having long grown out of nursery food husband and I swiftly chose the Thrice cooked belly of pork pizza and the Mushroom and Truffle pizza (not sure they were the exact ingredients but I had had a glass of wine by this point). The place was heaving and our meals did take a while to arrive but once they did we seized upon them like our crazed Beagle seizing on the Christmas Ham (true story). They were utterly delicious, the bases thin and crispy and a bit puffy round the edges, the toppings were scrumptious, the mushrooms nice and mushroomy and garlicky the pork, um, porky. I was well down my second glass of Reisling by this point and to be honest had ceased to be very attentive.

Here’s a picture in case you’ve forgotten what pizza looks like¬† . . .

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The bill came to about $100 for the four of us, so it’s not a cheap eat, but it is good and I do love the Stirling, it’s a big buzzy pub and according to the children do the “best chips mummeee”. One teeny weeny criticism would be that at busy times it would be great if they had more than one person at the counter so you could order before your clothes went out of style – ooh ooh, on that note, I saw two women wearing those Olivia Newton John in Grease shiney black pants (trousers for my English readers). TWO! One would be remarkable but TWO!

Happy days.

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When I was thinking about what to write in this blog (this has basically taken up ALL my thinking time over the past 24 hours) it struck me that unless you live in South Australia then you might well be a leetle bit vague about where the bloody hell the Adelaide Hills actually are.

Now as I’m writing this on a Mac and can’t figure out how to add pictures downloaded from t’internet, shut your eyes for a moment, think of AUSTRALIA, that great big island continent. As you’re quite bright and listened during school you probably can put your finger on the fleshpot that is Sydney and the fashion center that is Melbourne, Adelaide you may be a bit more vague about. Well, it’s basically just right of the middle at the bottom. Adelaide, Capital City of glorious South Australia – the bit that not many people know about.

Anyhoo, the Adelaide Hills are just outside (slightly to the right, if your looking face on, or ‘EAST’ if you want to be all sciency) of Adelaide. Basically from my house turn right, then right again, get onto the freeway and whiz bang in 15 mins you’re in the center of one of the quietest most liveable cities on the planet. And it’s not just me saying that, thrillingly Adelaide was voted quite high in a recent survey of livable places to live so ner.

Adelaide enjoys a lovely climate, long hot summers (this was a struggle for me when I first arrived, a typical Pom who thought 24 degrees was HOT), and cool wet winters. The hills basically enjoy the same climate but with cooler summers and wetter, colder, foggier winters. This means it’s ideal for growing stuff, er, grapes and, er, cheese.

So, well, I think that just about covers our lesson for today. All clear on where it is I’m talking about? You can probably tell from this informative post that in a past life I was a teacher. What an incredible loss to the profession I am. Any questions at the back? Hands up . . . No . . . ? Then you may go.

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Here is a picture of a small child (mine) feeding the ducks in an Adelaide Hills winter. See WET.

Well, hello there.

I’ve been lucky enough to have been a resident of the Adelaide Hills for the past 7 years, over that time I’ve fallen in love with the region, fallen in love hard . . .

I arrived here clutching my husband and child and a bag of English goodies in 2006, since then I’ve stopped buying Marmite, switched to Vegemite (and will NEVER go back – trust me it’s just better), and learned to call this place home. I love the space, the produce (hello cheese and wine!), the nature (mice in the pantry, oh yes), the friends we’ve made, the strong local community, the pubs, the walks. Anyway you get my drift, I no longer hanker (quite so much) for the bright lights of London, my family are all settled here in the Hills and I’d love to share with you some of the goodies that you can find in this region of ours.

Come on up, we’d love to see you.

Becky