In yesterday’s post I mentioned the selection of seafood on offer at the Silver Shell, and that whilst I can’t eat them I was enchanted by their photographic qualities.
Himself however delights in fruit de mer and was intent in trying as many of them as possible.
Our children watched in stunned horror as he bought back to the table some little spiral shaped shells and a small pronged impliment, with which he used to ease the slippery beast from it’s shell.
Himself popped his reward for this digging into this mouth and I was honestly rather hard pressed to figure out from my children’s reactions and faces to figure out if Kiwi Daughter and Little Mr. found this action from their father to reach the absolute heights of “awesome” or “ewww”.
Our Singaporean friend will boil out the leftover shells for us while we are in New Zealand and we can collect them again all clean and lovely to take back home to The Netherlands on the return leg of the trip.