[m i a o w] the cat

Why have all my posts been about food? I am starting to worry. But only briefly. The last few nights I have been down to the end of the street with M to get water for cooking our crab in. Cooking them in seawater is the biz - so that’s what we do. I was totally gobsmacked, standing in the shallows in my gumboots, to see, two nights running, so many fish that it was kind of cartoon like. About 20 metres out the water was alive, and every few seconds I could hear a splash, or a plop - and every few minutes you could see big fish fly out of the water and dive back in. It’s quite extraordinary. So last night we took my fishing rod and baited it with…well, the only thing we had. Stale rye bread. It wouldn’t have worked for me, and it didn’t work for the fish. But tonight, with proper bait, M caught two bream, in the blink of an eye! He could have kept pulling them in, but we already have a mofo crab waiting. Tomorrow night - I’m down there! It’s all going to happen for me!! And then my friend Christine will no longer be Queen of the Fish - the honour will be all miiiiiineeee. Miiiiiiinnnnnneeee.
The dinner that comes after the mudcrab