As I was writing the last post, a bang, bang BANG at my front door. (I don't have a doorbell)
Outside was Yvo Luna, one of the best and most original performance poets in the city, and in her hand a white plastic bag. Did I want two mackerel she had caught that morning while swimming?
(Being a kind, considerate and multi-talented poet she had already taken the trouble to gut them before bringing them around.)
Ok, that's supper sorted.
2 comments:
I assume she knew you like them? I can't handle fresh mackerel. Smoked, yes, tinned in tomato sauce, yes. Fresh? I just can't stand it. No idea why.
Hope you enjoy it.
Ok....so I can't come for you for recipes. Hadn't thought what to do with them....
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