Eurgh, well as I complained to you earlier in the week Nigella messed up my Monday with a lack of adequate instruction on her gooseberry and custard pie. I work now you know, Nige. Can't be running around fretting over unfinished pastry. Haven't the time. Luckily I do actually only work until 4.30pm most days so I was able to experiment with baking the pie once I'd fully ascertained nothing was happening in the fridge (setting wise).
So yes, I baked it and it was alright. It is nice but it feels a bit tainted with the shame of initial failure. I feel like I can't throw it away so I've had a piece for lunch pudding two days, a nibble here and there with tea and Roasty even enjoyed it as our pudding yesterday evening when he popped round after work. You've had the photos on Monday so I won't bore you again.
Earlier in the evening Marky made me the most wonderful bramley apple and pork sausages with a pile of mash potato and asparagus. Asparagus is one of my favourite things in the world. He said he wanted us to have a treat. What a dream.
That has to be the best presentation WYDUAS has seen.
Happy and full we watched Newswipe until Roasty popped round later on. I can't quite recall whether what he had for dinner was my fault or his choice but it was a mash potato sandwich with cheese and a bit of gravy.
Well who doesn't love mash. It was only a matter of time before it made it into the sandwich aisles.
Have some important tv catching up today on this sunny afternoon so I'd better dash
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