Rich pickings for the snarky columnist this week. I was almost going to go with #shirtfronting but felt that with all the horrible news around at the moment, the weekends potato scallop/potato cake jihad needed revisting.
A crispy golden choice, if the early comments are any indication. The best, as always, are from those punters who could miss the point for Australia.
Ten cents they cost. Ten cents for a lovely golden medallion of crunchy salty awesome wrapped around a fluffy white heart of perfect potato. It was a fifteen minute walk from school, down the hill and through the centre of town to the Samios family's fish and chippery, but even in the baking, lethal heat of summer it was worth it. For at the end of your trek, nirvana awaited.
Nirvana cost ten cents. And by its name we shall know it.
The potato scallop.