I am feeling decidely curmudgeonly. Blame old age if you must, or lack of breeding and manners but here's the thing. We had a houseguest this weekend to assist me adding another year on my life (and taking a few years off my liver in the process). We had a wild time and topped it off with a brekky treat of whitebait. Now I've said this before (on somebodies blog, forget whose) but the only way to have this stuff is with beaten egg, dash of salt and a squidge of pepper...made into a fritter/pattie whatever school you went to...and then served with a lemon slice (or vinegar if you must). BUT LOOK WHAT HE DID! (cue absolutely incredulous gasps and fainting sounds) - tomato sauce. On the whitebait. What was he thinking? First of all, ok so he lives in Australia - the nation of ettiquette (snigger) but he's American (comments??) so we could argue he doesn't know any better. Nope, sorry that is no excuse becuase I had explained the tradition. It would be like getting Britney Spears to dress the Church choir. I'm currently plotting my revenge.
Tune in next time for an account of the civil union wedding I attended, which was a much more civilised affair I can assure you!!