Lesson 1:  This stems from the little adventure Steve had with the mystery fruit.  Now if you look at it from my point of view, your husband comes home with a brown paper bag and announces a stranger in town just sold him a bag of fruit he’s never heard of.  I can’t even describe his level of excitement – he immediately sat down and ate his way through the bag.  And that’s when it hit me.  What’s the local number for 911?

Lesson 2:  New Zealand has no tolerance for people who order more food than they can eat in one sitting.  Steve and I did our usual thing during a night on the town – gorge ourselves on the  appetizer and then box up the rest to eat at home while watching Battlestar Galactica.  So there we were, having just finished a giant platter of fried New Zealand goodies and we ask the waitress if she can bring us a box so we can take home the entree.  Oh, and to bring the dessert menu ’cause we’ll take that to go as well.  She gives us an apologetic look and says “We don’t have a takeout license.  You can’t take this food home with you.”  Whaaaaa???  We may be gluttonous, but we’re not wasteful.  We were going to finish every bit of food on that plate even if it killed us….which it almost did.