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Scallop Pie – TKO Bakery Oatlands

Twice this week I’ve had the pleasure of testing out 2 new scallop pies, and I can say this one surpasses pretty well all that have come before it.
Oatlands is approximately halfway between us and Launceston or Mole Creek where we stayed on Wednesday night (see my road trip post) and a much needed stop on our return home.
The weather was wild and we were cold.
The bakery was warm and cosy, the pies and coffee hot and delicious.

There are signs along the highway promoting the pies at this bakery, but not stating their ‘best of’ status. When talking to other travellers you will hear about this bakery and the Ross one is equal terms.

There were two choices of scallop pie on the menu – curry or creamy. I thought this was a good idea as not everyone is after a curry pie, even though mostly are not overly hot or spicy.
I chose the creamy as something different and hubby’s decision made the order two.
Camping ourselves at a table near the wood heater to thaw out and warm up cold wet gloves we started on the coffee in wonderful large mugs easy to cup and warm chilly fingers.
The pies came out and looked fabulous. The cutlery and crockery was all mis-matched which blended nicely with the decor of the cafe. Casual and homely.

To the pie.
1: 5 stars.
2: 5 stars
3: 5 stars
4: 5 stars
5: 5 stars.

Overall score. Best pie yet. 5/5
Not the best picture, it was browner in the flesh.

The scallops were plump and tasty, and perfectly cooked. Encased in a delicious pastry which was flaky, but not excessive, cooked to perfection with no raw or burnt bits. The sauce was beautiful. A creamy, but not overly rich sauce with fresh herbs (definitely home made as hubby found a whole ‘tree’ of herb in his) that added a subtle fresh home made flavour to it. There was just the right amount without being too runny or thick. The value for money was equally as good, at $7 it is a well rounded pie. I think this will become a favourite stop for us in the future.

It was both a journey and a destination

Last night I was achy and tired, and had the best sleep.
Yesterday. I. Had. A. Ball.

There is something incredible about the feeling of liberation and the sense of freedom that comes from being on the back of a motor bike. You are at one with nature. There is nothing between you and the great outdoors. The smell of wet grass and dewy trees. Your sense of smell is enhanced somewhat, until you get the whiff of dead animals and petrol fumes. Then you realise exactly just how close you are to nature.

We had borrowed a bike and some gear and after a test ride on Wednesday to see how I went, took a little ride. Just a short 500 km ride. Which took us all day. Sure I was tired exhausted, but it was worth every last-minute of it. The bike we borrowed – from Dad. A Suzuki GS500

I am hooked!

It was 20 years ago. He was 19, I was 17. Hubby had been riding bikes for years and had loads of experience, I had none. At. All. So when he took me for a ride, not thinking about this rather important fact it didn’t turn out so well. I have not wanted to get back in the saddle since. What happened? Let’s say when you take someone for their first bike ride, you don’t take it at obscene speeds down the road and scare the bejeezers out of them. He didn’t understand why I was bawling when the helmet came off.
He has since matured and I have since come to like the bike thing, after dealing more with it Mt Isa and even having a go at riding myself. Yeah, I’m happy to be the passenger

I was surprised at how comfortable it is to ride pillion and hang onto that tiny little handle behind the seat. Relaxing almost. I mean that in the most basic way of course. Obviously you can’t just lean back and go to sleep, but relaxing none the less. Even hanging on is not a hard thing, it’s more for the stability and a knowing you have that safety net (and of course when cornering).
Riding along, it was so normal, comfortable and just.. felt right.

So where did we go that took up 500 km’s? The question was south or east. We’ve done south quite a bit recently, (in the car) so east to Orford it was, a destination just over an hour from Hobart. Then Ross was mentioned. And the first thing I said was… “scallop pie. That’s where we’ll have lunch..”

Leaving town mid morning, we headed to Ross first, arriving just before 1. By the time we got there fatigue had set in, for both of us. That last fifteen km felt like forever. And while hubby has ridden plenty of times, it was the longest he had ridden with a passenger.

Sliding off the bike, I certainly wasn’t very graceful, and removing helmet and jacket was bliss. Commandeering an outside table we wandered in to see what lunch would consist of. For me, the scallop pie, a wagon wheel, coffee and juice. Hubby chose the chocolate milk, a potato pie and pastie, a kiss biscuit and the obligatory chocolate bar.
Now normally I eat nicely? neatly? slowly even, but I must have been hungry as that pie was inhaled before hubby had finished his first.
Ross is well known for its scallop pies, the scallop pie centre of Tas, and everyone raves about them. To be honest, and while I have nothing else to compare it to, it was average. Tasty. Yes. Juicy plump scallops filled the crust but I found the curry sauce was bland. Their pastry is perfect. Properly cooked, so none of those uncooked gluggy patches, and not so flaky that you end up wearing more than you eat. I would have liked it to be a bit deeper, or higher, a few more mouthfuls would have been better. Would I go again. Absolutely. But would I get their scallop pie? Probably not. I have been told there are some amazing ones in Richmond, so that will be my next venture out. Parked outside the bakery.


A relaxing break and we are back on the bike for the next step. Ouch, my arms hurt. Not for long. after five or ten minutes your muscles realise nothing will change and settle in for the long haul.
Ross to Orford. Via the back roads, which turned out to include a large section of dirt road. Not a very comfy ride at all. Stopping at Buckland on the main highway for petrol, it was a mere 15mins onwards to Orford.
From Orford you can see Maria (Ma-rye-ah) island, as per the map.
We arrived here just after 3pm and after a drink and a couple of pictures decided to head home. Not quite 2 hours away.

Having a drink at Orford beach, wearing dad’s jacket and boots.

By this time the nice sunny weather was slowly disappearing and the wind chill factor had been turned to icy. Any shadowy roads were freezing and by the time we got back to the city at 4.30, the afternoon traffic was building up.
Hubby said to me last night (or this morning, I can’t remember now) that he was nervous riding through the traffic in town because I was n the back. I found it amusing as I was having a ball, your perceptions are changed by sitting on the bike, and I was seeing so many more things I just hadn’t noticed before. It’s a whole new way of looking at things. I wasn’t feeling nervous, just excited, and a little tired.

As with any long trip, you get to a point on the way home (within around 30min/km) where the tiredness kicks in, and your thoughts turn to “so close, yet still so far”.
While I had had a ball, I was more than ready to get home. Which makes the fact I couldn’t get off the bike when we got there, funnier. “I’m stuck” as I tried to move and not fall off.
Standing inside it took a bit for the shivers and shakes to stop and for me to relax.
This morning, I felt really good. Much better than I anticipated, and my stretch class loosened any kinks out.

I can’t wait to get my own bike gear now and do it all again. But that will have to wait, boots, jacket, helmet… not cheap.

Is it time you let your inner bikie out?
Jennifer 🙂

Bridges – another picture essay…

The other week when C and I were starting our (soon-to-fail-but-unbeknownst-to-us) road trip we passed through several small historical towns that have beautiful bridges. Plus another with a very cool Windmill, used for the milling of flour way back when.


oldest bridge still in use in Australia

After Richmond and continuing up the highway we came to Oatlands.


From Oatlands it was a short drive north to the lovely leafy town of Ross.  And a late lunch(?) of ice cream…

hmmm... headless ducks.

hmmm... headless ducks.

and a Church out on it's own on the top of the hill.

Keep smiling 🙂

Heading North

After a minor delay we eventually headed north about 1pm.  A short diversion to the historic town of Richmond (the oldest bridge in Australia), then hit the highway to Oatlands – with the Windmill – Ross (more bridge), through Evandale, the place of Lavendar, Penny Farthing Races and (I’m assuming) the home of Glover, the originator of a Prestigious Landscape Art Award.

Into Launceston, we find a motel, head out to a fab pub where Angus burgers and a great Rump steak were on the menu. Yum!

Then it was chillin’ out and eating TimTams.
Tomorrow night will be with my sister (the one on the dairy farm).

A picture post will be added in the near future. There are many to choose from.

Keep smiling, we’re happy 🙂