Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
One of the joys of travel of course is sampling the diffent local cuisines. Last night Linda served up an absolutely splendid meat and potato pie that she'd made, together with mushy peas (NOT out of a tin), gravy, pickled red cabbage and Henderson's relish. And all washed down with some bottles of beer from theSheffield's Kelham Island Brewery. It was stunning.
They were horrified to learn that I was forty before I'd ever tasted mushy peas.