They met in the pea plants in the kitchen garden of a certain WI lady, where rabbit was nibbling the greenery and the prawn … Well, he didn’t quite know himself what he was doing there. They fell in love and rabbit dug a little hole for the prawn and filled it with water. The prawn ran a strong man show for the other garden dwellers – he was surprisingly strong for his size and drew large crowds. They lived happily together until one day the WI lady put both in a pot and served upto me.
Every dish tells a story, but some more than others.