On my way home from touch rugby last night I stopped off at our new fish and chip shop to buy April a battered Mars Bar (she's wanted to try one for ages).
The, shall I say large girl that served me told me that they were lovely. I said "oh really" and she proceeded to tell me that she'd battered and deep fried everything.
A whole tub of Miniature Heroes!
Dear me. She needs help. Just because you work in a fish and chip shop doesn't mean that you need to eat the produce every minute of the day.
Given all the build up April scoffed the lot in around 20 seconds.
Verdict: "It tastes like fish"
Not my first choice of puddings I have to say.
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