I matched the postcodes of the Townsville region with the vegetables linked to their corresponding price lookup codes and made a soup out of it!

Townsville, North Queensland, is my home town, but these days I live on the other side of the world in Canada – the chilly city of Montréal, to be specific. I miss the warmth of my home town quite a lot, to the point that sometimes I embark on silly but adventurous little projects to help bring Townsville a little closer to me. For example, a few years ago, I rode my bike 200km through Ontario, from Toronto to Brantford and back, just to visit Townsville Court, a small street in a suburban neighbourhood:

More recently, I had an idea to match the postcodes of the Townsville region with the vegetables linked to their corresponding price lookup codes, and make a soup out of it.

What exactly did this entail? Well, firstly, let’s talk of Australian postcodes. All postcodes in the country have 4 digits and generally speaking, each state and territory has a range of 1000 postcodes assigned to its various locations. For example, Western Australia postcodes follow 6xxx format. Queensland postcodes are all 4xxx. When we look specifically at the Townsville region, local postcodes start at 4810 and extend through to 4819:

Here is the full list of Townsville-region postcodes, according to Australia Post:

POSTCODESUBURB
4810BELGIAN GARDENS, CAPE CLEVELAND, CASTLE HILL, NORTH WARD, PALLARENDA, RAILWAY ESTATE, ROWES BAY, SHELLY BEACH, SOUTH TOWNSVILLE, TOWN COMMON, TOWNSVILLE, TOWNSVILLE CITY, TOWNSVILLE DC, TOWNSVILLE MC, WEST END
4811CLUDEN, IDALIA, JAMES COOK UNIVERSITY, MOUNT STUART, OAK VALLEY, OONOONBA, ROSENEATH, STUART, WULGURU, 
4812CURRAJONG, GULLIVER, HERMIT PARK, HYDE PARK, MUNDINGBURRA, MYSTERTON, PIMLICO, ROSSLEA, 
4813TOWNSVILLE MILPO
4814AITKENVALE, ANNANDALE, CRANBROOK, DOUGLAS, GARBUTT, GARBUTT EAST, HEATLEY, MOUNT LOUISA, MURRAY, THURINGOWA DC, VINCENT
4815CONDON, GRANITE VALE, GUMLOW, KELSO, PINNACLES, RASMUSSEN, 
4816ALLIGATOR CREEK, BALGAL BEACH, BARRINGHA, BROOKHILL, CALCIUM, CARRUCHAN, CLEMANT, CRYSTAL CREEK, CUNGULLA, ELLERBECK, GREENVALE, HOMESTEAD, JULAGO, KENNEDY, MAJORS CREEK, MALPAS-TRENTON, MINGELA, MOUNT ELLIOT, MUTARNEE, NOME, PALM ISLAND, PALUMA, PENTLAND, RAVENSWOOD, REID RIVER, ROLLINGSTONE, ROSS RIVER, SAVANNAH, SELLHEIM, TOOMULLA, TOONPAN, TORRENS CREEK, WOODSTOCK
4817ALICE RIVER, BOHLE PLAINS, HERVEY RANGE, KIRWAN, RANGEWOOD, THURINGOWA CENTRAL
4818BEACH HOLM, BLACK RIVER, BLUE HILLS, BLUEWATER, BLUEWATER PARK, BOHLE, BURDELL, BUSHLAND BEACH, COSGROVE, DEERAGUN, JENSEN, LYNAM, MOUNT LOW, MOUNT ST JOHN, SAUNDERS BEACH, SHAW, TOOLAKEA, YABULU
4819ARCADIA, FLORENCE BAY, HORSESHOE BAY, MAGNETIC ISLAND, NELLY BAY, PICNIC BAY, WEST POINT

Now, price lookup codes, or PLU’s. You know when you buy fruit or vegetables from the grocery store and they have that little sticker on them with a 4- or 5-digit number? For example, a banana is usually marked with a 4011 label. That’s a price lookup code. It’s an internationally-administered and recognized numbering system that identify all the different types of fresh produce available at grocery stores worldwide. A PLU is specific to a commodity and can also be specific to its variety, size, and region of production.

And as it happens, the 4011 PLU of a banana corresponds with the postcode of Clayfield, Queensland, a suburb of Brisbane a little north of the city. Once I made the correlation between PLU’s and Australian postcodes, I began wondering to myself: would the postcodes of my home town match up with a fruit or vegetable item?

I researched a little, and indeed they did!

PLUPRODUCT
4810Bunched or banded turnips
4811Purple-top turnip
4812White turnip
4813Retailer-assigned turnip
4814Water chestnuts
4815Watercress
4816Golden sweet potato
4817Sweet potato with red or orangy-red flesh
4818Retailer-assigned sweet potato
4819Cassava

And this, my friends, made up the list of ingredients for Townsville Soup! I set on a mission to find them all. I ignored the retailer-assigned items (these are used for products that don’t have their own standardized PLU’s), but I was able to find most of the others.

You can watch my YouTube video here on the experience, and to see how it turned out:

I call upon Townsville restaurants and food trucks to add this to your menu. I’m sure it’ll sell!

TOWNSVILLE SOUP

Ingredients:
4810 – bunched or banded turnips
4811 – purple-top turnip
4812 – white turnip
4813 – retailer-assigned turnip (ignored for the recipe)
4814 – water chestnuts
4815 – watercress
4816 – golden sweet potato
4817 – sweet potato with red or orangy-red flesh
4818 – retailer-assigned sweet potato (ignored for the recipe)
4819 – cassava

Method:
1. Peel, chop and boil / pressure cook the hell out of the cassava first cause it’s toxic if you don’t.
2. Peel & chop the turnips, water chestnuts & sweet potato.
3. Throw it all in a soup pot, cover with water & a bit of salt and boil everything for 45 mins.
4. Whiz it all through a blender once it’s cooled down.
5. Chop the watercress and add it to the soup.
6. Eat your deliciously nostalgic Townsville Soup, preferably while overlooking the city from the Castle Hill lookout.

Burgers are awesome! I’m living on the perfect continent to satisfy any burger craving. There are diners, bars and restaurants on almost every corner serving a myriad of recipes ranging from the traditional favourites to the highly experimental. I’ve had a few burgers I would class as ‘phenomenal’ throughout my time in North America so far: notably at the Three Penny Taproom in Montpelier, Vermont, and at Burger Royal right here in Montreal.

A few months ago my Toronto friends Juilie & Cory told me about a burger restaurant they dined at in the small Ontario city of Cornwall called Truffles Burger Bar. They spoke extremely highly of it and suggested I check it out with them next time they were in town. Such a recommendation naturally piqued my curiosity, and it just so happened that they made the drive back to Cornwall this weekend. I took the hour-long train ride west of Montreal and joined them both in town for lunch today.

To get an idea of what to expect at Truffles, I had a browse through their online menu a couple of days beforehand. The burgers sure sounded impressive – they were definitely on the gourmet side of the scale, ranging from the Surf & Turf (beef, lobster & garlic butter) to the Apple Burger (pulled pork, baked apples & goat cheese). They even had a selection of exotic meats to choose from, such as llama, venison, kangaroo & bison.

However there was one burger in particular that really caught my attention:

Solid Gold Burger
Beef + foie gras + black truffle shavings + 23 kt gold dust + glass of champagne
Price: $100

Are you serious?! I thought to myself. A hundred dollar burger? That’s ludicrous! Who in their right mind would want to buy a gold-dusted burger with black truffles for $100?

It didn’t take long to come to the realisation that, in fact, I was precisely one of those people who would buy a gold-dusted burger with black truffles for $100.

We were greeted and served by a jovial young chap who had travelled all the way from Laval (in Quebec) to work at this venue in Cornwall. I wasn’t quite 100% sure at this stage if I would go ahead with the S.G.B. so I asked a bit more about it first. Our waiter gladly assisted in selling the idea to me by showing me a photo of what to expect. I can’t lie: it looked amazing.

Ok, what the hell. I’ll do it.

Juilie opted for the Snapping Alligator (with curry fruit tapenade) and Cory settled on the Beaver Creek (locally-farmed elk with blue cheese, mushroom & sautéed onion). With that, our orders were placed and we waited patiently for our meals while sipping on some delicious white wine, expertly selected again by Juilie.

A short while later, our orders arrived.

Now, it’s not every day that one forks out such a large sum of hard-earned cash for what is commonly known as an inexpensive fast food staple, so I made sure to document as much of the occasion as I could.

Here, I present to you, the Truffles Burger Bar Solid Gold Burger:

 

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It was a true work of art

 

 

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Look at those truffles

 

 

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The whole outside of the burger was dusted in 23 karat gold

 

 

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I wish I didn’t have to eat it, I just wanted to look at it

 

 

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The sweet potato fries & basil mayonnaise that came on the side

 

 

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One final pic before digging in

 

 

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The first bite!

 

 

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Man, this was a good burger

 

 

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These are expensive fingers

 

So there you have it: that’s what a $100 burger looks like.

Was it worth it? For the taste alone, probably not… I mean, yes, it was a great tasting burger – the beef was cooked to precision, the black truffles added a slight nutty dimension to the mix and with the foie gras came a definitive hint of complexity – I just can’t say it tasted like $100.

But was it worth it for the experience?

Hell yeah it was! It’s a freakin’ gold-dusted burger served on a gold plate with a glass of champagne! For 20 minutes of my life as I chewed my way through this masterpiece, I felt like royalty. And that, in my humble opinion, is well worth the money I spent.

 


 

It’s a tradition at Truffles Burger Bar that if you order the Solid Gold Burger, you get your photo taken to be included on their official Facebook page:

 

 

After we finished our meal I logged on to check the pic and saw a comment from a guy called Steven, who pretty much summed it all up:

If this guy actually flew from Australia to try this burger…no matter how good it is… and I am sure it is wonderful…it validates what my father used to say that “Some people have more money than brains.”

🙂

But seriously, if you ever find yourself in Cornwall, you should stop by Truffles Burger Bar for a meal. Yeah, Solid Gold is a little extreme, but there are plenty of other delicious and less expensive options to choose from. I for one have my eye on the Camel Burger for next time.

 


 

Thanks so much to Juilie & Cory for recommending this place and showing me around Cornwall, it’s a lovely town!!

Way back in 2009 while living & working in London, my delightful colleagues and I embarked on a team night out to Garlic & Shots, a restaurant in Soho that serves no meal without said ingredient. I recall ordering a pasta dish (the sauce of which was absolutely piled with the spicy white clove) and washing it down with a garlic beer before rounding off the feast with a huge bowl of garlic ice cream. That’s not to mention the shot of garlic honey vodka we sampled in the Swedish gothic metal bar below the dining room. I never thought I’d ever experience so much garlic in one sitting again.

Well, I’m pleased to announce today was the day I broke my garlic consumption personal best by a long shot, thanks to the Toronto Garlic Festival. Held annually at the picturesque Don Valley Brickworks, the festival celebrates the harvest of garlic throughout the province of Ontario. With around 80 exhibitors taking part in this year’s festival, punters were spoilt for choice when it came to the sheer variety of the bulb available for purchase, garlic-themed cooking demonstrations and garlic-inspired culinary delights – both savoury and sweet.

My afternoon at the event began at the garlic sampling booth, where friendly festival staff spent their time peeling & crushing ‘shots’ of raw Ontarian garlic into the hands of whoever dared to try. There was also lemon & parsley on hand to add some zest to the fiery mouthful.

 

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I took a shot and explored the busy marketplace a little, eventually settling upon a cup of this delicious 4,000 Clove Organic Garlic Soup – the first of what was to be many samples of garlicy cuisine throughout the day. It wasn’t overpowering at all; the ingredients were perfectly balanced. I wish I asked them for the recipe.

 

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I felt extra macho and went back for a second shot of raw garlic.

 

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Such garlicy mess!

 

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One of the many farmers stalls set up to celebrate Ontarian garlic. These guys were from the Brant Country Garlic Company:

 

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Who ever thought garlic braiding was a thing?

 

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I tried a gourmet corn tortilla – this included beans, cheese, greens and salsa on a freshly-cooked tortilla full of roasted garlic within the dough. The garlic flavour wasn’t all that prominent, but the wrap was altogether well worth the $4 I spent on it.

 

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Man, it was busy. There was a much greater turnout than I ever could have expected there to be at a garlic festival.

 

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Next on the menu was a light refreshment in the way of a black garlic truffle from Laura Slack Chocolate Artist. Weren’t these just divine! I bought two of them; the sweet relish of the infused syrup proved nowhere near as intimidating as their black skull-like appearance.

 

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Morgan’s On The Danforth were putting on a cooking demonstration so I stopped by to watch for a few minutes. They were serving up a pasta dish using five different vegetables (plus garlic, of course). I didn’t get to try any but it looked pretty fancy:

 

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Here’s a Roasted Garlic Elk & Lamb Pie from Globe Bistro:

 

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Of all the recipes on offer, I was most excited about trying the garlic coffee from Incredible Spice, especially seeing as it was described as a warm garlic infused spiced coffee with maple cream and pumpkin vanilla dust. It was in hot demand located right by the market’s entrance, taking nearly 10 minutes to get my hands on a serving. Although it sounded incredible in theory, I instead quickly concluded that garlic is not likely to become a staple ingredient in my coffee any time soon.

 

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The friendly folk at Cedar Grove Organic Farm suggested a bulb of Ontario Music Garlic as an ingredient in my spaghetti bolognese sauce (which I have since cooked and thoroughly enjoyed):

 

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I went back to the sample booth for my third and final shot of garlic. My mouth hurt a little after devouring that one.

I wasn’t finished yet though – for dessert, I couldn’t go past a serving of Magic Oven’s Garlic Apple French Toast with Crème Fraîche. I think I was becoming desensitised to the flavour of garlic by now. The French Toast was indeed as appetising as it looked, but I could barely make out the spice in amongst the sweetness.

 

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By this stage I was pretty well garliced out. I was ready to call it a day… and then I saw Le Dolci’s garlic macaroons. Wow.

 

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Ok, I totally would have gone the ice cream as well but it sold out by the time I made it to the stall 🙁

 

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Tony V was easily winning the Ontario Science Centre garlic breath contest with a reading of 17 parts hydrogen sulphide per billion! I wanted to try it out but it took 10 minutes to recalibrate the machine after every use, and there was already a substantial line up.

 

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The many varieties of garlic on offer throughout the marketplace:

 

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What a great idea for a festival that was. I fully encourage other cities around the globe to take inspiration from Toronto and put on their own garlic festival.

I may be all garliced out right now, but I’ll definitely come back next year for more 😀

 

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A few weeks ago I chanced to pass an antique store in country NSW called Darcy’s Old Wares. I spent the best part of an hour wandering through their many aisles stacked to the brim of aged furniture, toys, appliances, accessories, books, records, when I stumbled across a Sydney-based womens magazine from November 1934 for the bargain price of $5.

Amongst the cheesy romantic fiction, countless recipes for jam, scones & broth, passé adverts for Aeroplane jelly, Bushells tea & haemorrhoid cream, and dated eccentric humour (my favourite joke, although a little morbid, was one that went: “If you please, Mrs Brown, Johnnie’s cap is in the pond.” “Then where is Johnnie?!” asked Mrs Brown. “If you please, he’s under the cap!”), I stumbled across a rather cheerful column entitled:

Fun with the VEGETABLE MARROW

Vegetable marrow

In a previous edition of the magazine, a competition was run where the children of Australia were asked to create a poem about vegetable marrow and mail it in – the grand prize being nationwide publication of the best verses.

I thought the winning entries were so astonishingly innocent yet freakin’ hilarious that I just had to transcribe them for all to see!! So here, I present to you the very best of vegetable marrow poetry, straight from the inkwells & quills of 1930’s Australian youth:

 

Plenty Of Time

Mr Marrow, why not be gay,
On this lovely sunny day?
Mother said you have no need to worry,
For to eat you we are in no hurry.

 – Frances Collins (aged 14), Wodonga, Victoria

 

His Reply

A vegetable marrow was seated on a barrow,
In a pool nearby he studied his reflection.
“And,” said the marrow to a perky little sparrow,
“It’s my taste, not my looks, that’s my perfection.”

– Peggy Rowe, Cunnamulla, Queensland

 

Full Of Mischief

A vegetable marrow in a market basket lay,
His head was full of mischief as he jolted on his way;
He bumped into the carrots, he pinched the onions’ toes,
He knocked a pretty lettuce flat and pulled a cauli’s nose!

– Frank Barnes (aged 10), Casino, NSW

 

Unlucky Move

This is the tale of a vegetable marrow
Who left his bed for a grocer’s barrow,
From there to the saucepan was just a short step-
And the family ate him with relish and “pep!”

– Lynne McGeorge (aged 9), Quilpie, Queensland

 

No Hope!

“Of hope,” signed the marrow,
“There isn’t a glimmer,
For to-morrow my owner
Will have me for dinner!”

– Clare Lee (aged 15), Nanango, Queensland

 

Billy’s Task

Ugh! I don’t like marrow, Peter Pan,
Although I try to eat a spoonful if I can.
If I thought it would bring a Merit Card to me,
I’d eat a bowl of it for tea!

– Billy Howard (aged 9), Fairfield, NSW

 

Not A Dream

I saw a berry, a full yard long,
And plump, with a skin a golden yellow, and strong
As iron, to resist attacks of thrush and sparrow-
A nightmare? No! A vegetable marrow!

– Daphne Corbitt, Ashburton, New Zealand

 

Thought It Funny!

A vegetable marrow was in a show,
He fell upon a fat man’s toe
And laughed, “Ha, ha! He, ha! Ho, ho!”

– Victor Campbell (aged 9), Deniliquin, NSW

 

White Sauce

Oh! vegetable marrow, sweet vegetable marrow,
How beautiful you look to me,
But I like you best when you’re dressed
In white sauce for my tea!

– Betty Shaw (aged 12), Brisbane, Queensland

 

Unwelcome Gift

A vegetable marrow was once sent
To “Monty,” the Office Cat;
“Monty” turned up his snub little nose
And said, “The idea of that!”

– Grace Wilcox (aged 14), Canowindra, NSW

 

Very Tasty

A vegetable marrow is a wonderful dish
If you cut it in halves and cook it like this:
Scoop out the middle, fill with peas and minced steak,
Pop in the oven and for half an hour bake

– Edmund Howard (aged 12), Fairfield, NSW

 

? ? ?

We once grew a vegetable marrow,
It was much to big for my barrow.
Dad cut it in two, and this is quite true-
It was still too big for my barrow!

– Terry Davis (aged 9), Mittagong, NSW

 


 

LOLLL how awesome are they! I wish I knew of them 3 years ago when I worked at Abel & Cole, I’d love to have shared them with customers who ordered a butternut squash from me 😉

Of course, I couldn’t go past the opportunity to write a poem myself:

“The vegetable marrow’s a mighty fine food-
I like it a lot” said the bumpkin.
“It’s long and it’s green and it’s tasty when chewed,
It’s very much like a thin pumpkin”

Go on, you know you want to give it a try yourself – you’re more than welcome to leave your own vegetable marrow rhymes in the comments section below!

Those who know me will know that I absolutely despise mushrooms. I have felt nothing but repugnance for them ever since I can remember.

Some have tried to convert me in the past, but I’ve always refused to see the light.

If I get fed something containing mushrooms, then admittedly I’ll put on the happiest face possible and just eat the dreaded meal, but my soul feels dirty and used for days, sometimes weeks, afterwards.

This happened only a month or so ago whilst visiting my grandmother, bless her. She wasn’t aware of my contempt for said ingredient and proceeded to make a mushroom risotto for dinner. My heart sank to my toes when she told me of this. It contained about 10% rice and 90% mushroom, but I somehow managed to get through the entire dish thanks to its saltiness taking my mind off the fungi. By the time I reached the end though, I came to the realisation that I really need to grow some balls and get over this pathetic resentment of mine.

Cut forward to today – this morning I was on the phone to my mum and she suggested that I cook something. I put two and two together and decided to take her up on that suggestion.

So now, ladies and gentleman, I present to you… the Mushroom Milkshake!