A blog of the Freer Family's adventures and misadventures emigrating to Flinders Island, Tasmania, Australia, and settling there.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The Shrimpenvolk Reich
Well, what a summer... sheeting rain again today. James and I popped in on Molly's boss to inspect his fish-tank and the Shrimpenvolk Reich (it appears that Adolf was reborn (perhaps after a few thousand re-runs as a maggot) as a Vun-clawed Oberfurer shrimp, assulting the rest. I suspect he hasn't Karmically progressed and will shortly be retrying life as a maggot again!). The goby, blenny and wrasses and even crabs are under decapodan jackboot, and he is planning on a blitzclaw strike against Poland or Bill's kitchen. That was my excitement, besides James making a moist, dense chocolate cake, and more anzacs (I hope his future wife is suitably grateful) and me doing a batch of Chelsea buns (accused of being a mysterious South African invention here. Chelsea... another typically African name), and being reliably informed that what my plants need is Epsom salts (which I have tried now), I have done some writing.
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If it makes you feel any better, I've heard them referred to as Chelsea buns before.ReplyDelete
I grew up on Chelsea Buns from our local bakery in a small mining town in the wild depths of Yorkshire. Ok, I might have eaten a few other things too, but you get the picture :)ReplyDelete
What sort of shrimp is it?ReplyDelete
Quilly, It's a small shrimp with red claws - very abundant in weed and among rocks - maximum an inch long.ReplyDelete
Cheryl and blloonaticbmber :-) Oh I know, but the islanders have quite a small world really. I find it hilarious that something so English (and they are actually still quite heavily influenced) should be 'foreign'ReplyDelete
Well if it makes them feel any better, I made Pavlova for a pot-luck at work here in the US and they thought it was something English :)ReplyDelete