I imagine by the time this post appears I will have flown into Newcastle and be up to my elbows in prawn heads, I’ll be peeling them in preparation for our traditional Good Friday evening feast.
I remember wondering why we ate fish on Good Friday, my mum adapted the Christian tradition to suit herself . . . → Read More: Fish on Friday
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