Tuesday, July 11, 2006
In 1967, we went to Woods Hole, in America, for the summer. One day, we went to the marshy 'Sippawisset'. We had nets and buckets and soon discovered there were lots of eels. Dad said they would be good to eat.
"THEY'RE GETTING OUT, DAD! WE NEED A LID."
"WELL, FIND ONE, AND CATCH THEM AGAIN."
Back home, the eels had to be skinned - not as easy as skinning rabbits - there's nothing to hold on to and they're so slippy.
Then Mum made eel pie - with mashed potato on top. It was full of horrid, little bones. "Crunch them up," Dad said.
... For once, leftovers were not served up another day and we never went eeling again.
(memory book paintings)
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