Fishy tales

We decided to go out for a picnic tea this afternoon, as the weather was quite nice after a lot of wind and an overcast day yesterday, so we took ourselves to Rupert’s Beach for a change. A number of other people had had the same idea, and actually there were a couple of swimmers in the bay. We wandered over to the pier, where some kids from GNC and their parents were fishing a bit, and had our afternoon repast seated there. A couple of fish were caught – we got a good look at a rock fish which had just been pulled out of the water, which apparently is poisonous. It was really gross, with blood dripping from its mouth, and still alive, thrashing about. I was trying to get a good close-up photo, but the fish chose that particular moment to exert a particularly strong wriggle and nearly escaped the hand that was clutching it, so I screamed and jumped in the air, to everyone’s amusement. After enough of staring at the dying fish, we took a walk over the rocks to explore, and found a long-dead crab. All that was left was the exoskeleton, which we’ve brought home with us, beautifully preserved (although a leg fell off later in the kitchen).

Nick had an amazing revelation the other day, that you don’t ever find products that are egg-flavoured. Have you ever seen egg-flavoured chips or egg-flavoured latte, or egg essence for baking? The closest we could think of was mayonnaise, which has a strong egg taste but only because it’s made with egg. We’ve spent the last few days pondering this fact.