That’s just clawful!

You may or may not know that I’m a vegetarian.  I just don’t enjoy the taste of meat.  I also don’t enjoy the taste of fish or seafood of any kind.  So when my husband decided - for reasons I can’t yet work out - to take the girls to our dam for a spot of ‘yabbying’, I was pretty hopeful that they would return empty-handed.

Unfortunately, they didn’t.

They returned with a bucket of filthy, slimey yabbies with claws that were almost twice the size of their entire body.

Now I’m not an outdoor girl.  I don’t like camping, fishing or even hanging out the washing.  So it stands to reason that I also don’t like crustaceans that belong at the bottom of a muddy waterhole, being inside my house.

“What are you going to do with them?” I asked.

“Eat them!” they all said in chorus.

“You’re not cooking them in my kitchen” I said.  Even though, as a failed cook, I have no right to call it “my” kitchen.

But cook them, they did.  I can’t give you any details of what happened next because I promptly left the kitchen and barricaded myself in the bathroom, feeling a sudden, urgent need to wash my hair, or paint my toenails or apply a face pack.

When I returned, the three of them were seated at the table, digging happily into the catch of the day.  I’m told the meat is very sweet and tasty, but let’s just say I’ll have to trust them on that one.