Why? Partially because of a story I heard last night. A friend of mine occasionally visits family in a small seaside town where the pier is designed to catch shellfish. Apparently you can just walk out with some carrier bags and stock up on oysters, mussels, crabs and other things that find their way there.
And if you don’t fancy cooking for yourself, there is another incentive to hop on the Eurostar. You can head into a restaurant and order …
an enormous TOWER of fish! That’s James’ uncle, Chris, in the photo by the way. Apparently the gargantuan dish was rather cheap too. Beats half a lobster for £12 here, eh?
Contrary to expectations, I have been able to cook for the last couple of days. Unfortunately I’ve been cooking at the Andy the goon’s flat and he has a tendency to walk off with things, like my camera. As soon as it is located and returned there will be pictures and posts of a blue cheese- pork thing and swedish meatballs.