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desperanceI was drifting around the food market, feeling, y'know. Vulnerable. And there on my favourite fish stall was a conger eel. A whole conger eel.
Big things, conger eels. Who knew?
And then I drifted up to the bookstall, and there was this cookery book I was looking at - and whaddayaknow? A recipe for conger eel. I just couldn't let the coincidence pass me by; how often do you see conger eels on a slab?
And another book had an attractive-sounding recipe for rabbit, and a stall at the farmers' market was offering wild rabbit, so...
So, yup. I had a retail accident, concerning books and fudz. Details are redacted, not to spoil any surprise; people apparently read this blog, sometimes. If you're coming to dinner tomorrow, though, be aware: rabbit and conger eel, oh yes.
Big things, conger eels. Who knew?
And then I drifted up to the bookstall, and there was this cookery book I was looking at - and whaddayaknow? A recipe for conger eel. I just couldn't let the coincidence pass me by; how often do you see conger eels on a slab?
And another book had an attractive-sounding recipe for rabbit, and a stall at the farmers' market was offering wild rabbit, so...
So, yup. I had a retail accident, concerning books and fudz. Details are redacted, not to spoil any surprise; people apparently read this blog, sometimes. If you're coming to dinner tomorrow, though, be aware: rabbit and conger eel, oh yes.