Not least 2 photographs which I would love to show you but which - now I come to think of it - actually I couldn't because they show my sons' faces. At least, I think they are my sons, but since the images are of each of them with their eyes closed in ecstasy as they eat that most of Dutch of Dutch treats - raw herring - I can't be sure.
Now, I love sushi. But there are limits. And they're supposed to be my sons, for goodness sake. You know, adventurous in their eating but still able to keep a handle on what is and isn't actual 'food'. And yet, there they are, on film, holding a raw (admittedly gutted and headless) fish by the tail and eating it.
Boy #1 told me (as I tried not to dry heave too visibly at what I was watching) that he loves herring SO much he wants to live in Holland when he grows up so that he can eat it every day. Husband practically exploded with pride, I can tell you.
Time for us to finally sort their Dutch passports out, I think...
