Scores of the finest fingerlings from the warm Philippine waters flew to England, evaded the strict customs and quarantine police, swam in sizzling vegetable oil, got baptised with cane vinegar.....
....and formed a yummy coalition with steamed rice. Yet, they were no match for the ravenous tapeworms of The Nashman...Mmmmm.
Nag-imas ya. My housemate complained of the fishy smell. Tse, kadalasan mas mabaho pa nga pekpek ng bruha eh. I like! (The dilis, I mean.)