ever since visiting cardiff last year, i have been all about wales. any welsh rare bits (*ba doom ching!*) that have been sent my way have been greatly appreciated. so when sheddly-ed kindly posted me some laverbread a few months back, i danced around my kitchen for about five mintues.
and then i thought, hold up....
and so it languished on my shelf, getting cozy with the condensed milk and chatting up the instant coffee (that is used in only the direst of dire situations (or for baking. whichever comes first)).
until yesterday! when in a show of bravery (read: so hungry, craving something harvested from a rock?) i decided to crack open the tin.
then i tried to seal it back up again because i've been really sick lately and, man, hello nausea.
still! fi cariad wales!! so i took a deep breath, found a recipe for laverbread to dress and got to toasting. leff squeezed some lemon
and buttered the toast. like, *really* butttered the toast. the strategy being the same as that used to make marmite tolerable.
how was it? not bad, actually! it tasted like slightly seaweedy butter. depending upon my stomach issues, i may be able to finish the can within the (recommended) next two days.
so the takeaway from this is, i suppose, always trust your rock harvesting cravings.
edit: here's a bit more about laverbread, should you be interested.