Even though these rolls had an alarming resemblence to...well...the male organ...wrapped into...well a condomlike thingie, it did taste fantastic. The gay guy present and I compared notes. Nothing further has to be said.
And then there was self-to-be-made sushi like thingies. I tried, and messed it up pretty bad, but fortunately there were forks and knives for us amateurs.
So in no particular order there was the former diplomat and journalist, who has cruised Latin America (and speaks only three languages :), the Italian who can speak without sitting on his hands (!), the Irish who cannot cook, the Asian who is looking for a slave and the woman who brought us all together. Well done! Are we welcome again?
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Oh Annika, you have now put such an image in my head that I don't know whether I will be able to serve the vietnamese spring rolls again!! Steph xxx ;-)
Hehe, but they were delish!
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