Saturday, September 19, 2009

Meanwhile back in May...

You might remember that we went to Invercargill in May for the Oyster Festival. Finally have got some pix to show you, firstly and obviously the Oysters! These were only about 10 minutes off the boat, I personally don't like Oysters but The Stud adores them and scoffed up large. I can't tell you if they worked or not because this is a family show and also most of you are probably shy and bashful!




There was red wine available (and white also), which we had with our fresh mussel kebabs. I know, I'm a heathen - who has red wine with fish? Ssh, don't tell Gordon!




And then of course, more Oysters for The Stud and some divine scallops with coriander for me. Wonderful.



The worst thing about the whole day was the weather. Colder than witches tits and windy as Henry Blofield, the kids complained from the minute we got there until a few hours later when we packed them in the car and sent them off with their Aunty back to the warmth of the house, the TV, the PCs, the nintendo's...gah, how did WE survive outings with our parents in the old days eh?!! With grit, determination and fear of the odd back-hand I hear you all whisper??

On the way back to my brothers house, where we stayed for that weekend, we drove past this old Presbyterian church. It was raining when i took this photo, but in black and white you can't notice it really and to me it looks more like somewhere at an Oasis! Here's the untouched-up colour version...


It's Saturday night here, hope you and yours are all well and happy so to see you all out I have chosen my other husband aka The Boss...


15 comments:

The villager: said...

Great choice of song, Sag....from your other hubby !

The Sagittarian said...

Thanks Villager, I'm hoping Patti doesn't mind sharing...

OH, my WV sounds like a new drink "catinvok"...

Steve said...

Oysters don't appeal at all - I'm with you on that one. Not big on fish at all in fact, which given that it's supposed to be brain food, probably explains a lot about me...

The Sagittarian said...

Darling Steve - I'll be giving up fish, you're one of the smartest bloggers I have never met!

VioletSky said...

witches tits are cold??

The Sagittarian said...

Violet - ab-so-rootley!

louciao said...

Yum! Fresh mussel kebabs! That sounds so much more appealing than the deep-fried battered version we get here--with chips, no less, swilled down by beer, preferably quayside. And I guess you and I will have to arm wrestle for who gets the last scallop on the plate. I'm with you--let's leave the ersters to the menfolk. (I can think of all sorts of rude things to say here on the topic of oysters but, as you say, this is a family friendly blog!)

I like your church photo in both versions, not that I'd be inspired to attend, no matter how much it resembles the Casbah.

My wv is "hermatat": as in "women of a certain age are subject to hot flashes because their hermetats are out of order."

louciao said...

Hah! Had to post again because this wv is obviously meant for you: "Corsesw": as in, after sampling the quality of the drinks she serves up for Tuesday Tipples, the Sagittarian is often heard to mutter, "I cnt sheem a fine da corsesw ta opn da bloody bo'l.

Margaret Pangert said...

Hi Saj~ Sorry, but Bruce is mine! All mine! Oh, ok, we can share. I finally got Mary's Place up on my blog; it's three posts down now.
Those oysters look so delicious! You are really funny, Saj--I can't stop laughing! at everything!
The church is incredible lit like that at night. I love that photo.
LOVE xxox

Owen said...

So, did you give up on Jackson and now you're hoping for Bruce ???

Funny how on such a quaint family oriented blog I keep seeing allusions to things that can't be discussed here... I wonder what on earth you two may be referring to ???!!! As for oysters, if y'all don't like 'em, jush slide 'em down the dern tab'l thish way, an' aw'll slush 'um right down the ol' 'atch 'ere, yep, ersters? Aw luv 'em, speshl'y gulpin' down the gud salt water in 'em... yum ! Slippery litt'l thangs! Delishus ! An' th' most wund'ful thangs 'appen afterwards, but I youshually cain't remember nuthin' anyway...
:-D

And funny, why is that church leaning like that ? Or is that just me again ?

And to continue with the funny WV's here, mine is "hydrosh", which seems somehow pertinent, in a vaguely sloshy manner...
;-D

VioletSky said...

Ha, I just checked in to read the rest of the comments and I can beat you all with this WV - rude!!

The Sagittarian said...

Louciao - hello, hello, hello...our home PC has crapped out so am doing this from work (spank me)! Haha, loved what you did with the WV - agreed to both actually.

Margaret - thank you, very kind comments.

Owen - I think the church looks like it is leaning due to the angle it was taken from, me leaning out the car window trying to avoid getting the camera too wet, stopped at traffic lights and keeping an eye on the big four wheel drive vehicle behind me...and yes, Jackson hasn't bothered to turn up or even supply me with a late note so Bruce is back in with a chance and a half (after I've wrestled with Margaret - get your tickets from Lynne for that show as she will be supplying the drinks, AND it is looking to me like WV is on a crusade with my blog and has a theme to it...

Violet - oh dear, I hope not all the good WVs have gone! :-)

A Write Blog said...

Oysters are one thing that just don't appeal. I've never had one so am probably being a little philistine.

But they look revolting. They remind me of a rather large snot.

Yet I love mussels which is like chewing fishy gristle; or so my wife tells me.

The Sagittarian said...

AWB - I'm with you on the Oysters, they remind me of a rather large pile of phlegm and I just can't get my head around eating them. Mind you, I was much the same with Ostrich meat, as soon as someone pointed out it reminded them of a placenta I couldn't enjoy eating it! I'm so weak...as for mussels, I have fond memories from childhood of gathering them ourselves from the rocks around Long Bay (out the back of Akaroa) and making a fire on the beach and cooking them in one of my Grandmother's best pots over this campfire and eating them with vinegar! Delicious but Nana not happy about her pot...

louciao said...

Damn. Looks like I'm still too early for Tuesday.

And I have an appropriate WV to go with this predicament: "obore" !