The Casterton special

We had dinner down at the pub tonight, beautiful food as always. Michael had a mock battle with Mrs Potts, the barmaid, about the Richmond Tigers, the match being televised in the public bar. Mrs Potts is a fervent Richmond supporter, Michael is a Carlton supporter (when he can be bothered).

Mim disappeared behind the bar and then resurfaced at the table. "I ordered 5 nuggets and 5 chips and tomato sauce and gravy. Julie is going to cook them now!" Not long after this, the exact order was placed in front of her, well before our meals were served. After eating these and laughing at how she was the winner because she'd finished first, she then asked Paul for some icecream and strawberry sauce. This was promptly brought over - I swear this child has Priority One status!!!!!! After consuming all of this, she again disappeared behind the bar. I went to chase her out, but was too late. She'd ordered a hot chocolate with marshmallows from Mrs Potts!

After the meal was over, Mrs Potts grinned slyly at Michael and asked if he'd liked his Casterton Special (porterhouse, flavoured with caustic soda).

For those of you who haven't heard the recent news, four residents of the nursing home at Casterton were admitted to hospital after eating pancakes accidently laced with caustic soda. No serious injuries, luckily. Turns out that a kitchen staff member had used caustic soda to get burns off a pan and then placed it on a stove. Another staff member had assumed that it was clean and used it for pancakes. Oooopppppsssiiies. I guess Shrove Tuesday will be Soda Tuesday from now on.

Oh, and it also turns out that certain State government employees, those that have pretty lights on their cars, refer to our home town as "Sandwich City" ... because there are a lot of residents who are in bread. (read it alound).