Number One Son cooked tonight, so there are no photos of the food. By the time I got back from picking Julia up from work (tonight being her late night) he had it ready and it seemed rude not to eat it right away.
It was, for those of you who like detail, a steak and shallot pie from Keelham Farm Shop, Skipton. The pastry was good and crispy and there were good chunks of meat in it. For my taste it was a bit over-salted (which seemed to come from the pastry) and shallots are always a bit too sweet. It was still good though.
We’re having the samphire tomorrow.
We had the orange and chilli marmalade this morning. Julia likes it. I’m dubious. I’m not sure there’s a gap in the market for a marmalade that slips down nicely but leaves a burning sensation in your throat.
Did I mention the rhubarb flavored chocolate yesterday? It was quite nice, and very Yorkshire, but it didn’t make it through the night. In fact, when I check, I notice it didn’t even make it into the blog.
The day started with a trip to work, with traffic jams and many thoughts (mainly homicidal). It progressed (if that is the word) to more traffic jams, a trip to the sorting office to pick up a parcel, and a blood test. It only took two attempts this week. I’m hoping I pass as they have currently reduced the interval to a week and weekly blood tests are a bit limiting.
It all turned out to be a bit of an anti-climactic day in the end. Even the threatening clouds didn’t turn into the threatened storm.
At least, when I got home, I had parcels from ebay to open.
I really must start getting things organised.
Some odd flavours here. And then traffic jam.
Aaaaaargh!
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I don’t like chilli and chilli doesn’t like me. Chilli marmalade doesn’t tempt me at all. Rhubarb chocolate might though, except I have renounced chocolate for the foreseeable future.
I have renounced chocolate too, but I have flexibility around fruit. 🙂
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The food sounds interesting.
It’s an interesting shop and I try to eat something new when I see it.
I’ve Only ever been to Leeds bus station to wait for the coastliner to Whitby. I looked around the market next to the station once. We used to go for the Goth Weekends at Whitby, it has a Special place in my Heart.
I’ve been to Whitby during Goth Weekends – very interesting even if I was only there by accident. 🙂
That last sentence sounds quite familiar.
It’s a common sentiment, and I’ve said it before. I always mean it, and I never quite get round to it…
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You need one of these. 🙂
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/round_tuit
Yes, I do. I’ve seen them in seaside souvenir shops in the past , but at that time I was still getting things done. 🙂