Mr. Hawthorne just came home from work and placed a white plastic bag on the kitchen counter. I heard a rustling noise, looked at the bag, and noticed it was MOVING.
Here's what was in it:
Here's what was in it:
Those are EELS!
And they're writhing and wriggling.
And I must say they're disgusting.
Now, I know you're all thinking to yourselves,
"God, what is Rosie cooking for supper tonight?"
Not to worry, my friends. The Hawthorne men are in a rockfish tournament tomorrow and the eels are bait.
Of course, I could try some eel sushi, or some eel fritters, or some eel stir fry.
Or this:
www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_13517,00.html
Oh, What would I give to see Aunt Sandy tackle eel?
And they're writhing and wriggling.
And I must say they're disgusting.
Now, I know you're all thinking to yourselves,
"God, what is Rosie cooking for supper tonight?"
Not to worry, my friends. The Hawthorne men are in a rockfish tournament tomorrow and the eels are bait.
Of course, I could try some eel sushi, or some eel fritters, or some eel stir fry.
Or this:
www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,1977,FOOD_9936_13517,00.html
Oh, What would I give to see Aunt Sandy tackle eel?
2 comments:
Eww! In the kitchen sink? I don't care if they are in a bag, that sink's contaminated. Make Mr. H clean it! Hmm, you'd never guess that I really do like snakes and frogs.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out...
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