I can still taste the mussel I ate at dinner tonight. The one I dipped in semi-melted green tea ice cream to, you know, tone down the brine. Which didn't work. And was that thing even fully cooked? I don't trust food prepared on a barbecue set into the table, especially when the table is built like a boat and my fellow cast-aways are comparing the mussels to engorged, self-contained vaginas. Then of course I had to eat one because everyone else had, and Nick was all "Aren't you comfortable with your femininity?" But vagina doesn't taste like sewage. Comparison ended.
In any case, it was a lot of fun. Did everyone else have fun? I liked the table shaped like a boat. I want to try more weird tables. And I vow not to fiddle with the barbecue controls, be there any. Because that only leads to fires going out, finger pointing, and meat not being as charred as people seem to want it. So no fiddling. New rule.
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I enjoyed the boatiness of it all. You really should try the pitcooking next time as it is v. satisfying to have things to fiddle with while you're eating. Er, you know. To play with your food and all.
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