All this crazy talk about fishy yoghurt reminds me of the time Grumpy and I were holidaying on the Yorke Peninsula in South Australia.
We were driving along in the countryside when a big shed loomed up before us. The generous expanse of tin on the shed's roof was taken up with huge lettering advertising:
FISH ICE
There was much discussion in the car about the previously unknown gourmet delights of fish ice. Mmm mmmm. Fish ice. No cold glass of cordial should be without fish ice. Make sure the shakers at your next cocktail party are choc-a-block with fish ice. Wow your guests with the interesting flavours of fish ice.
We continued on in this merry vein for some time until all the visualisation got too much for me and Grumpy had to pull over so I could, you know, chunder.*
*Not really. I vomited.
2 comments:
Ideally, Grumpy should have chundered while you glowed.
More ideally, you both need a hobby.
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