Red Herrings for Breakfast by Annabet Ousback
‘Anders was one of the most influential restauranteurs and chefs of his time and his legacy lives on today.’ Neil Perry ‘Such an insightful and hard hitting book… Bravo [to Annabet] for writing such a powerful work. It took a lot of courage.’ Mary Moody He was a Swedish Maritime Naval Officer who wanted to marry her; she was not at all interested but thought his lovely uniform was rather nice. Both had been raised in difficult and challenging households, growing up with hard work as the maxim, inflexible attitudes and exacting parents. Annabet was the first-born child, unwanted, grudgingly accepted and cared for; Anders, born prematurely, sickly and difficult was the second born; Amanda the third born child, several years younger, was their fathers’ favourite. Annabet Ousback recounts her childhood growing up in what is now the iconic Balmoral Boatsheds, owned for many years by her parents, through whose hard work, took the business from a post-war run-down outfit, to a thriving undertaking.
‘Anders was one of the most influential restauranteurs and chefs of his time and his legacy lives on today.’ Neil Perry
‘Such an insightful and hard hitting book… Bravo [to Annabet] for writing such a powerful work. It took a lot of courage.’ Mary Moody
He was a Swedish Maritime Naval Officer who wanted to marry her; she was not at all interested but thought his lovely uniform was rather nice. Both had been raised in difficult and challenging households, growing up with hard work as the maxim, inflexible attitudes and exacting parents. Annabet was the first-born child, unwanted, grudgingly accepted and cared for; Anders, born prematurely, sickly and difficult was the second born; Amanda the third born child, several years younger, was their fathers’ favourite.
Annabet Ousback recounts her childhood growing up in what is now the iconic Balmoral Boatsheds, owned for many years by her parents, through whose hard work, took the business from a post-war run-down outfit, to a thriving undertaking.
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ANNABET OUSBACK
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‘A journal and letters were removed from the scene,’ the policeman at
Wollongong told me. ‘You can collect the journal. The coroner can’t release
the letters yet.’
‘He must have left a letter for me. Please can I read it?’ There had to be
a letter for me.
‘I’ll see what I can do.’ The policeman added, ‘We also have the clothing
he was wearing. Do you want that?’
His clothing? Do I want the clothing he died in? Christ!
‘No … no,’ I swallowed hard. ‘Please dispose of it.’ I gripped the phone
with both hands to stop myself shaking.
His voice softened. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just a formality. Also, he was wearing
a stone on nylon cord around his neck. Would you like that?’
‘Please leave it on his body,’ I answered. My eyes shut tight against his
memory. ‘It was important to him. I’ll collect the rest tomorrow morning.’
The last time I saw my brother, he was wearing the stone. We were in his
kitchen sharing a glass of Billecart champagne. We clinked glasses, cheered
one another. I had no inkling it was my final cheer to my brilliant
brother.
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