We left the lab around 5pm on Friday and we only reached her farm around 8:30 due to heavy traffic in the M1 freeway. It was my first time having Raclette that night for dinner and i really liked it. According to Christine and Julie, Raclette is a winter meal common in France, Switzerland and some European countries. There's even a special machine for this dish, called a Raclette grill (what else?) and it looks like this.
See the spatula thing. Everyone has their own spatula. The basic idea is to put a slice of cheese on the spatula and put the spatula on the grill to melt the cheese. As the cheese melts you scrape it off (the word "raclette" comes from the French word "racler," which means "to scrape") and put it on your boiled potatoes. It results to something like this. Looks yummy right? While waiting for the cheese to melt, we snacked on assorted olives, cold ham and salami and baguette with salted French butter. French food galore~ I'm not admiting to liking everything because there are some stinky cheese that was just too strong and i'm still not fond of olives, but salted butter and peppercorn with stuffed Feta and salami was yummy. We basically had the olives, ham and salami, butter and cheese with baguette as an appetizer every meal. Must be the French way.
After dinner, we watched the opening ceremony of Olympics before retiring to bed. The next morning, we woke up around 10 and had breakfast of scrambled eggs with ham made by Sebastian. We then put on our boots and headed for the tour of her farm. Her farm is huge, i forgot the hectar numbers but it was really big. She rears around 200 angus cattle, this cattle is bred for their meat. The weather on Saturday was awesome and there were sunny skies with white puffy clouds as we all walked around the farm, climbing and jumping the fences to get across. We saw wombat holes along the way but as wombat are nocturnal, we did not see any wombats.
Scott fed the cow with hay. It took him a while because the cows were quite afraid of him but he finally succeeded.
On Sunday, we woke up and got ready for the great day planned. Had breakfast of thin pancakes with bananas courtesy of Seb again. We were walking to the beach and suddenly there was a downpour and we were soaked and drenched. Thankfully, Seb came to our rescue with the ute and drove us home. It rained the whole day on Sunday and we built a fire and stayed indoors most of the time until it was time to go back to Melbourne around 5.