I ate smoked herring.
This is one of Bornholm’s specialities, which I had heard MUCH about.
After church on Sunday we went to Gudhjem on the north east coast, bought us some herring and sat down by the harbour with our Pinse Beers, black bread and butter, and ate.
It was delicious!!
Afterwards we wandered up the little hill above the town to the flagpole and sat in the sun watching the sea.
I missed the sea. It was good to see it again.
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Did it have a head?
Oh. my. giddy. aunt.
Jen, I think laughing this hard is bad for my health.
I love that you can make me fall off my chair with just five words, and it’s such an in-joke that no one is going to have a clue what you’re referring too.
Oh the memories.
And yes, I had to cut off the head, cut off the tail fish out all the bones (no pun intended)…
xxx
Oh My Giddy Aunt! You actually did that?! Seriously!? You didn’t have a hysterical fit and make Rasmus do it? My admiration for you increases whilst my understanding of you plummets. If I ever go there, could you please warn them against any activity that might cause a repeat of that blissful occasion?
Don’t worry Jen – Mum will sort it for you.
I just love the fact that I do know what your talking about. Which either means that I am in the ‘in’ crowd of awesome Thorntons, or alternatively that Fiona’s told the story of the fish to many, many people! Poor Jen!
I think I come out of the original fish story very badly – not quite the image of a caring compassionate mother. But a great family memory anyway.
PS they don’t sell fresh herring in Waitrose in Witney – do you think they are missing a market??