Yabbies, that is. For the first time in over ten years, residents of the Murray River banks and environs are enjoying their favorite local delicacy. God knows where these little fellas have been for ten years but they are back.
Yesterday Adolf and the Cook cruised up the Sturt Highway for a bit over an hour to visit SOTC and hubby. A couple of cans passed on the banks of the swollen river and then back home with a bucket full. Yabby tail sandwich. Lightly doused in vinegar and smacked between two pieces of bread with a bit of salt and pepper. No quite haute cuisine but by hell it's hard to find better.
I must say that a Holden Vectra equipped with a 6 cylinder 3.2 litre motor is a wonderful highway machine. Huge acceleration over 100 kph.
Changing the subject, I'm amazed at the number of big fat arsed young Mums with big fat arsed kids to be seen frequenting supermarkets. The problem is not school tuck shops. It is the lack of brains between the ears of the big fat arsed Mums as they sweat and groan, dragging their unattractive bloated carcasses from car to trolley to check out.