Saturday was Fried-day
I was on a partially secret mission on Saturday. I agreed to eat something fried at Chipshop for a tv show.
I got to choose the food to fry. After the chef rejected my first suggestion, deep-fried frozen Margarita, like any nice girl, I settled for my second choice, blood sausage.
Here it is appetizingly plated for my consumption. Though unreasonably rich, it was surprisingly tasty even to the star of the show who had already sampled most of the other fried dishes.