After arriving just in time for our 12 o'clock lunch booking at Varias, Stanthorpe, last last weekend, we were able to enjoy a relaxing lunch of spatchcock, steak, fish and chips, coconut sorbet, and honeycomb sorbet, among a few other delicious dishes.
En route to our favourite walking track/top-of-the-world view a.k.a the Pyramid at Girraween National Park, we stopped by a countryside fruit market for a box of the freshest local apples, while also making a pit stop at the [not-that-Big-Apple] Big Apple for a big box of local Sutton's apple juice. Our favourites (deduced by the serious task of taste-testing) were the Granny Smith, Fuji, Pink Lady and ginger-infused blends.
While the juice taste-testing chased away sour memories of our last batch of Sutton's juice all those years ago, the mouth-watering larger-than-the-size-of-my-head apple pies displayed in the Shed Cafe brought up bittersweet memories of the best apple pie we had ever tasted in Tasmania. So much self control was practiced whilst telling myself that second dessert was not necessary. And just as well, because otherwise I would have had to crawl/roll my way up the rocks of the Pyramid track an hour later (not that I still didn't need to…).
As usual, though, the breathtaking view at the end of the track made the whole pain-staking trek worth it. Unfortunately, the time for us to admire the view this time was cut short, since we needed to make our way back down before sundown.
Can't wait to go back soon and hopefully not die halfway up; however, the next time we make the trip up may be a long while yet, considering I will be starting full-time work in the next few weeks and will only have Sundays off. Goodbye sleep-ins. *cry*
En route to our favourite walking track/top-of-the-world view a.k.a the Pyramid at Girraween National Park, we stopped by a countryside fruit market for a box of the freshest local apples, while also making a pit stop at the [not-that-Big-Apple] Big Apple for a big box of local Sutton's apple juice. Our favourites (deduced by the serious task of taste-testing) were the Granny Smith, Fuji, Pink Lady and ginger-infused blends.
While the juice taste-testing chased away sour memories of our last batch of Sutton's juice all those years ago, the mouth-watering larger-than-the-size-of-my-head apple pies displayed in the Shed Cafe brought up bittersweet memories of the best apple pie we had ever tasted in Tasmania. So much self control was practiced whilst telling myself that second dessert was not necessary. And just as well, because otherwise I would have had to crawl/roll my way up the rocks of the Pyramid track an hour later (not that I still didn't need to…).
As usual, though, the breathtaking view at the end of the track made the whole pain-staking trek worth it. Unfortunately, the time for us to admire the view this time was cut short, since we needed to make our way back down before sundown.
Can't wait to go back soon and hopefully not die halfway up; however, the next time we make the trip up may be a long while yet, considering I will be starting full-time work in the next few weeks and will only have Sundays off. Goodbye sleep-ins. *cry*
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