Smoked scallops heaven

The phone shrills into my ear and a drowsy look at the clock confirms the very early hour… 6.30am?

Am I dreaming?

Some voice is mumbling something and I am lost till I wake enough to follow the odd, one-way conversation.

What??? Cat poo? No worries, I did it myself...no I am ok, please, I need to sleep...
Service,... but timing?

The bad cat

Besides that phone call, it is another day in Paradise...
Wake up late... breakfast late... Beach
My hungry purring friend is back at the villa, miauing for food. More milk, but please no more vomit little one! Not much else happens today, I am waiting for Santa to arrive by sea, but somehow I miss him.
Next year another chance.

 The good cat

Reading and doing sweet nothing, this is the perfect holiday day.
Dinner is again delicious and we meet charming chef Igor, of Italian blood. Living around the world, Mauritius is his latest place in a long path of kitchens. His food is divine, especially considering, that we are on an island, in a hotel. I am crazy about the smoked scallops, served with tumeric foam in the scallop shell. I could eat them by the dozen and have already collected a fair share of their shells to take back home. The meringue, shock frozen or better- molecular something- is very eatable, when one not looks at the ugly appearance. The steaming cold fog, when it is served, reminds of a magic trick, and it is, because when the meringue appears it looks less delicious, than a piece of moon-rock. That something as ugly can taste so divine comes to a surprise(and is magic!) and must remind me once again, that not all that sparkles is gold. And not all that looks dull is bad.
Sipping some MEERLUST ( literally in German meaning the lust for the sea... fitting, don't you think?) red, which leaves us unimpressed (but for the name) and off we had for our four-post...


Merry xmas...