Baby burgers and moustached men

I don't know about you but I like my babies swimming in satay sauce. Welcome yet again to The Gourmet Goons' imaginary world where no one goes without furry upperlip and kangaroos are turned into tiny burgers covered in tomato relish. Something like heaven on Earth. In Darwin, to be more precise. Where the Darwin Festival attracted men with facial hair from all over the country and stalls selling food so damn good it couldn't be holy. I'm talking bearded musicians, baileys pancakes, moustached chefs and baby burgers ALL IN ONE PLACE. There is a God!

As unofficial spokesperson for Women Who Love Facial Hair and Good Food, I can say that the Darwin Festival is enough to make you camp out at the venue year round. When the festival was over, I spent countless days in a foetal position wailing. At first I thought it was a withdrawal symptom after one too many creme brulees, nutella pancakes and salted caramel ice creams. The fat kid inside of me and I mentally high-fived each other after this week of dessert extravagance. 

The reason I wanted to retreat to my room for a big old face-in-pillow kind of sob, was because I'm going to miss my favourite moustached men in Australia. The Gourmet Goons. They put a spring in your step, a twinkle in your eye, maybe even create world peace if given enough time. And they make baby burgers. Which actually is world peace in a bun.