The Return of the Anchovies
Like all small fish that swim in shoals, anchovies suddenly dart off either seeking food or avoiding a predator... even the salted ones, in olive oil, huddled together in tiny cans... well, like sardines! I was the predator and my three cansworth had escaped, aided I suspected by the capricious fairies.
Our pizza night went very well and (dare I admit this?) I didn’t miss the fish course on my delicious pizza.
Fast forward several days to our departure yesterday... the anchovies had swum back and hidden in the folds of my raincoat.
It all seemed very fishy to me!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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VerityAlways over 1 year ago
Very Fishy, very Fairy! Nice one, Neville.
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Thanks Verity. Home now after a full day’s travel, but there’s a few more to come in this series. It was a fabulous holiday with our children, their wives and husband and our six grandchildren. We all had a cracking time in a fabulous environment.
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VerityAlways over 1 year ago
Great, Neville! would love to hear more adventures !
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Christopher over 1 year ago
Glad you recovered them.(Although I've never liked them. Or mushrooms either. Fish and fungus pizza never interested me!)
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Neville Hunt over 1 year ago
Thanks Christopher. Both anchovies and mushrooms must be an acquired taste... which I’ve acquired! But the not-so-humble anchovy is much more versatile than a mere accoutrement for the humble pizza. I use the salty little beauties in lots of other delights.
