Stalking Dinner

Don't worry, this wasn't our dinner tonight. But the neighbour's cat, Lucky, was stalking this fellow. He hid under our wheelie bins. I have no clue what sort of lizard he is - genus skinoutofus jumpus I suspect - but it looks like an ugly short fat snake with legs.

Lucky wasn't very successful getting her meal the old-fashioned way this time, but at least she doesn't have to cook her own dinner. I actually planned out the dukka-encrusted fish, only to realise it wouldn't fit in my small George Foreman grill, so I ended up tossing it one of my frying pans. I then realised I totally forgotten to do any rice, so did some thick, brick-dense instant mashed potatoes, and added slightly underdone corn on the cob...

It wasn't the worst dinner I'd ever done, but it certainly was in the running for a spot. The fish wasn't quite cooked either, so after eating the vegetables, I tossed the fish back in the pan, and served a delicious flaked mass of fish which really would have been lovely on the nonexistent rice. Don't tell the neighbours, but we let Lucky eat the leftover fish...