8 September 2011 § 2 Comments
What with the hurricane and earthquake the north-east feels a bit apocalyptic. If Doomsday is on its way then why not crack into the good stuff? Particularly when my dear husband, King Marv (or Korol Marv as they would say in the USSR) brought back some caviar and vodka from his recent trip to Moscow.
This is not something I normally eat. This stuff was good though – slightly crunchy and tangy, almost nutty, a little salty. And no nasty fish aftertaste.