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.
If it makes you feel any better, I've heard them referred to as Chelsea buns before.
ReplyDeleteI 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 :)
ReplyDeleteWhat sort of shrimp is it?
ReplyDeleteQuilly, It's a small shrimp with red claws - very abundant in weed and among rocks - maximum an inch long.
ReplyDeleteCheryl 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'
ReplyDeleteWell 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 :)
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