Culinary Suicide

After a day battling with empty hooks and a choppy sea. We eat in the local quayside restaurant. They had some sort of film show and talk earlier, the audience mainly glad old pensioners, their wheeled walking sticks parked outside like a motor cycle gang. Two old ladies hung on the porch and smoked, coughing and gossiping. The talk was about the history of a Norwegian ship, that had been sunk by the Germans and then rebuilt after salvaging. The food deal was a set dinner of fish cakes, potatoes, mashed turnip and a butter sauce, oh, I forgot the carrot salad and remoulade sauce. All followed by rice pudding and a chocolate sponge stuffed with pineapple. The whole creation, from start to finish, was truly disgusting. Like shoveling liquid concrete down your throat. The question must be raised, how can a nation with the longest, most productive coast in the world with fresh ingredients right on their doorstep, make such a culinary pigs ear. It is truly baffling, in fact it's a crime. A perfect idea for a documentary. A culinary suicide.