I have devoted a lot of my time in Europe to eating. It's important to try new things. Some needed a little goading, but not this one.
Shellfish and vodka. Sounds like a party to me!
Micke and Ellis invited us over to indulge in the Swedish seasonal delights of the crayfish.
They have a great apartment, – yes, I suggested a home exchange – the kids loved the 3D television.
Though you look pretty stupid sitting in the lounge-room all wearing glasses (ahem, Kerstin?).
Norton kept everyone in check…
…then crashed on the couch without eating a thing – more for us!
The kids (my slaves) were taught how to extract the meat for me (exoskeleton phobia) and themselves. I instructed them to do it on a two for me, one for them basis, though that didn't stand for long. My lord, those crays are yummy!
In the end I got tough and dealt with the claws (only claws, not bodies) myself. They were just too good to refuse!
Look! I'm holding a claw in the photo! I even put it in my mouth!
And just when you think it can't get any better…
it comes with cheese pie topped with caviar!!
My plate. Look at all those claws I touched!
The pressure is on now for me to put on some Australian fine cuisine for Micke and Ellis when they come here. Not sure that a sausage sandwich will cut it, either.
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