Tuesday, October 28, 2008

And I didn't even get wet.

Well it's been a big old ten days, they've included: four trips to the airport (three to get on planes, and one for a pick up), wondering as I jumped from a yacht (see below) to a chaseboat 'I really hope my legs are following me', birthday cake and that food of the Gods - whitebait patties, courtesy of my cousin.

The story goes that my grandfather, as a small boy, once instructed a poor soul in their household who didn't have a clue what to do with a fresh catch of them, that she had to gut them and prick their eyes out with a needle.

I am not sure how many she got through before being rescued by my great grandmother.

4 comments:

Medbh said...

Wait, LK. You EAT that? *shudder*

laughykate said...

Ohhhh Medbh, it is truly glorious, a touch of flour, a whisper of egg and a dash of milk. Little patties and they were washed down with champagne. A thing of beauty. And I just remembered, I was treated to them not once, but twice over that weekend.

surfergirl said...

OK, officially J.E.A.L.O.U.S !!!! Devine...

laughykate said...

Yup, officially spoilt.