Having successfully avoided fish pie for over six decades, today saw me eat the second in a week. It was at Cote and had a fancy French name but, really, it was fish pie. And it was nice but, and I say this without any undue influence or bias, it wasn’t as good as Nicktor’s. Of course, Mirinda will probably say that’s because Nicktor’s was my first, but I’m ignoring that.
We were at Cote because we wanted to go to Holly Bush at Frensham for lunch/linner but it was fully booked. Good for them, I say, but not for us. Cote, on the other hand, was fine so we hopped into Max and ate ourselves stupid.
It was my second trip into Farnham today. The first under a gradually brightening sky, the moon peeking out from behind the leafless trees.
It being a normal Wednesday, I was headed for Waitrose. It was very busy. Busier than I ever remembering it being first thing in the morning. Obviously it’s because it’s almost Christmas but, even so, it was a bit of a shock. It made me yearn for the Lockdown Days when we had to queue up outside and were only allowed into the vegetable section in dribs and drabs.
And what is it with people pushing their trolleys against the general flow of traffic?
I did have some fun putting unwanted items in trolleys that had been left, driverless at the end of the aisles, but, generally, it was not as enjoyable as I usually find grocery shopping.
But I had to go because today was marzipan day and I needed some essential ingredients. It was that special day that I unpack the cake I made a few months ago and put some lovingly prepared Saint Delia home-made marzipan all over it.
That kept me busy for a while. It’s a bit labour intensive but so, so worth it. And, this year, I decided to decorate it with the Midgard Serpent.
Okay, I know that looks a bit rough and ready, but just wait until I ice it tomorrow. It’ll look a lot worse.
The only other major thing that happened today was the arrival of the turkey. Usually I just get one from Waitrose but this year, Milk & More sent out an email letting us know that we could order ahead for a Jimmy’s Farm bird to arrive on our doorstep. The bird would be free range and, they said, delicious. Why not, I said, and ordered one.
And, upon our return from Cote, there it was, at our front door. It was soon in the fridge.