...how many kidneys a lamb has.
a. That it was four in the morning, and I was drunk.
(I wasn't. It was a sober dinner.)
(I didn't. It said "Lamb kidneys with bacon." I got lamb kidneys with bacon.)
(They didn't. But isn't that a great offal-OD-induced hallucination?)
No, none of the above happened. I just ate a ridiculous amount of lamb kidneys. I told myself that this, along with other slightly shameful Kiwi dining experiences, has been a lesson in how the other half eats. But in this case that would only be true if "the other half" meant Johan and Eddy. And even that's a stretch. They have standards and limits.
On the way home I bought spinach and a carrot as some sort of pathetic attempt to atone for yet another sin of gluttony.
In fact my greater shame is that this is my first post from New Zealand, where I have been visiting wineries, working the harvest, chasing hobbits, discovering the glories of the Kiwi Pilsner, and eating an awful lot of offal. (Sorry, it had to happen.) Now that I've left the internet desert of Central Otago - and only have the minor distraction of writing my thesis - I'll write a bit more about exactly what I have been doing here. Of course I'll have to figure that out, first.