"Mmm thanks I love a plate of brown food", I said
as Louis presented me with curried baked beans and toast. His eyes brightened:
"What it really needs is some brown sauce. "
I baulked.
"Do you not like brown sauce?" "I've
never had it. I don't know what it tastes like."
He offered me some. I closed my eyes shaking my head,
"Eurgh no I'm scared".
"Fran, you were eating raw seaweed straight off
the rocks from the beach yesterday".
Good point. I dabbed a little on my fork and grimaced... Not
so bad. It just tasted vinegary. Raw seaweed off the rocks tasted
better.
Later, I collected some more seaweed and looked up how to
actually cook it. I cut the ends of the wrack one off (the one with bladders)
and pan fried them with red onions as a kind of caper to use with spaghetti. The green strandy stuff is
apparently nice fried and crispy but my cooking is more enthusiasm than
accuracy and I went for a mush style instead. We had the whole lot as a carbonara.
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