Hock for pudding

I was somewhere, with someone, and we were eating a meal at a canteen. They had an interesting special for pudding. I couldn’t imagine eating a hock, especially for pudding.

(I looked it up, a hock is indeed “the joint in a quadruped’s hind leg between the knee and the fetlock, the angle of which points backwards” or “a knuckle of meat, especially of pork or ham”.)

The chef came out and was quite persuasive.

So I ordered one, to see what it was like.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but when it arrived, it was not what I expected.

This is what a jolly jelly hock is. All set in a slightly sweet gelatin.

Guacamole, anyone?

Somehow, I was hired help for a big party.

Perhaps, under some circumstances, a bin would be an excellent container to store vast quantities of guacamole for a party.

But not these circumstances.

What not to do to a pregnant friend

My friend (Hi Bee!) was about to give birth, and was showing me everything that she had ready for the hospital.

Then she had a nap.

And I ate everything.

Chomp chomp chomp

We were having a braai (barbecue/cookout) and Mike put a huge rack of ribs on the table.

Before he finished telling us they were starters for all of us to share, I’d eaten the whole lot. Oops. Yum!

Vegetarian eating out

It seems that anything is vegetarian as long as it’s curry!