Yabbies!

Let me start by saying, this is not something I ever want to see on my plate. I do not now, nor have I ever, nor will I ever, catch, cook and eat anything that comes out of the water. It's just one of those things I don't do. Like choosing clothes for my eldest daughter. It's just not done, unless you're prepared to deal with the consequences.

So when my husband suggested that he takes the girls down to our dam to catch yabbies, I was slightly displeased, to say the least. I told him in no uncertain terms that if by some chance, he managed to catch any, he was not to bring them into the kitchen.

They returned with a bucket of slimy, clawed, and in my view, highly unattractive crustaceans. What's worse, he took them into the kitchen, put them in a saucepan and cooked them on my stovetop!

Apparently yabbies are very good eating, but I was not about to find out. He boiled them in water and served them with tartare sauce. Both girls devoured them, and asked for more.

And me? I'm off to the shops to buy .... something..... anything. Anything that doesn't have eyes and claws.