It never would have occurred to me to cook an octopus.
But, you see, I read this last week.
Still, I wasn't really intending to do it ... at first.
But it turned out that the grocery store had frozen octopus, so what could I do? (They didn't have couscous, but octopus was no problem.)
It thawed quite nicely in the fridge overnight.
And curled up nicely in the boiling water.
I left out the olives
When it was ready, I popped it in the oven and
Wanda had to gear herself up to eat it, but even she had to admit that it was good (once she picked out the tomatoes and mushrooms).
And today, for a change of pace, I made bread.
I need a bigger bowl.