Mr BC & I met and fell in love in Sydney's inner west, where we where spoilt for choice in the way of delicatessens. We cheerfully ate our way through several suburbs worth on a regular basis. This was made all the more convivial by the fact that Mr BC looks very much like his Italian great grandfather, so every deli visit started with the proprietor wanting to chat Mr BC up in proper wog fashion, wanting to know who his family was and what village he was from. Olives by the 5 kg jar? Meats & cheeses beyond measure? Curious looking packets of foreign objects to discover? Freshly baked bread still warm from the oven? We didn't know how good we had it. Deli's can be a bit thin on the ground in Brisbane, so we where overjoyed to find that there was a proper, honest to god deli less than 30 minutes from our house! All the Chaos children have inherited the love of deli food, and Mr BC is very happy to pass his knowledge on down the line.
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| Coffee appreciation can never start too early in this house. |
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| I keep my CD collection in the cool room, don't you? |
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| The shocking discovery that cheese can come from different animals. |
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| Those hanging cheeses are always pretty impressive. There where hams, as well. |
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| Every boy loves anchovies! |
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| Treasure beyond the cool room. |
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| I don't know what half of this stuff is, but I can't wait to try it. |
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| Fancy arse pasta at $10 per packet. Pretty fancy! |
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| OK, eggs - big deal. But look at all that local honey, and check out the imported cakes on sale! |
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| Syrup, please acquaint yourself with ice, soda and vodka and get in my belly! |
Do you have a proper local deli? What is your favourite thing to get there?
Do you look like your great grandfather?
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