Fishy Catalan tales of woe
Barcelona, end of a wonderful honeymoon with the new Mrs rsrd_jsy, sitting in the airport wishing we didn't have to leave and return to our drudge filled lives. I feel a rumbling and advise that I am just popping to the loo for a spot of brown trout fishing. After the usual visual inspection of the delivered goods a sweat breaks out across my forehead and I rush back with some fear and exclaim: "I think I might be dying...my poo is jet black and I know that that is not a good sign!" "Do you think it might have something to do with the squid ink paella you insisted on ordering last night, dear?" came the response.

Bless her little cotton socks but it was the one time I was thankful for her smug condescension.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Tue 1 Apr 2008, 17:54, 1 reply)

squid ink pasta looks incredible!
i made a kind of seafood carbonara for my ex using squid ink pasta. it was hard to get hold of then, but all that ungrateful tosser said was "pasta looks off."
grrrr.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 2 Apr 2008, 17:42, closed)