It is still bitterly cold but at least it was sunny today, after the gloom of Thursday. Emily has joined the iPod generation (I loaded some of her CDs onto it)...
Nick was asked out to dinner with his colleagues and they went to a fugu (blowfish) restaurant. This fish is known for having a poisonous part that has to be removed by someone skilled in the art. Nick told me that every course consisted solely of fugu - first as sashimi then a fillet; its fins were even to be found floating in cups of flamed hot sake. The piece de resistance was shirako, which turns out to be the sperm sac. Nick ate his, and also drank some mixed with sake! He is certainly not squeamish, unlike yours truly.
No comments:
Post a Comment