That’s dinner sorted!
Scamp was making Fish Pie for dinner tonight. The fish came out the freezer yesterday and spent the night thawing in the fridge.
With the warnings about the impending arrival of Storm Agnes, I thought it would be a good idea to grab some photos early, so when Scamp said she wanted to post a couple of cards in Condorrat, I thought I’d join her on her mission.
There was only the slightest breeze when we walked over the motorway bridge, bought, wrote and posted the cards. On the walk back, Scamp went left, heading for home and I went right to walk round St Mo’s. There wasn’t much to see. Yesterday’s dragonfly wasn’t to be seen, nor were there any bees or butterflies. I sometimes wonder if insects and birds can sense the arrival of stormy weather. I did get some photos of pretty weeds in St Mo’s and a spiderweb with little water drops clinging to it from last night’s rain, but PoD was going to go to a yellow leaf lying on a bed of seed heads that were just beginning to turn from green to brown.
The making of the fish pie is a secret passed down by word of mouth through the generations of women in the family. Actually Scamp’s sister gave her the recipe, but the making was done while I was out walking round St Mo’s. When I came in the place smelled of cooked fish, in the nicest possible way, but the fish itself was hidden by a tablecloth, lest I catch a glimpse of it.
Lunch was yesterday’s “What’s in the fridge” soup and it had improved overnight as all soups do. Then I got busy turning my rough photographs into finished gems, or at least recognisable objects. While I was doing that, Scamp was assembling the fish pie. I asked her if she needed any help, but was dismissed with “No, it’s fine.” I know my place! The next time I looked, the fish pie was assembled, but again covered with a tablecloth. I didn’t dare peek!
The first slice of the pie was truly delicious, but the second slice was elevated to greatness with a slightly browned top, just like a good shepherd’s pie. Brilliant!
We drove up to “The Legion” for tonight’s class and as I suspected, Kirsty was intent on rubbing the rough edges off the Waltz Nioli. I recognised some of my mistakes and also the rough edges of my own dancing. I actually enjoyed the last track because we danced through our mistakes and finished the entire track. Not perfectly, but we didn’t stop once!
Storm Agnes is due to make landfall about 4am. Hopefully I’ll be in the Land of Nod by that time! No plans for tomorrow.