We were in Sicily for 2 months, last summer, and spent some time staying in a farm cottage after I did a deal with the owner.
There was a field of donkeys complete with adorable little foals!
Mrs Smug was delighted and would buy apples from the market to feed them.
I knew exactly why they were there but I managed to convince her that it was a donkey sanctuary.
Then one night the farmer invited us to eat with his family ....... I'm not kidding mate, we walked in and it was stew![]()
awkward mate -take it you drunk copious amounts of wine and pretended to eat - that's what I did when my wife's best friend prepared & cooked for me 'Pirohy' on a misunderstanding that I loved it -its a Slovak national dish that I detest- it makes me gag

