I will eat some of the pie. Not all of the pies.
Why do I embark on massive cooking extravaganzas when I'm already tired? Friday evening is not the time to try a fish pie recipe when you haven't made a bechamel sauce in recent memory.
So just now I am sitting down with a glass of wine and my laundry in the machine while the pie cooks. I think I've burnt fishy milk permanently onto my hob and I'm looking over my shoulder apprehensively for the pie to bubble over and get fishy bechamel all over my oven as well.
Blah.
At least I get to test out my new Le Creuset dish I bought when I was buying wedding gifts for my lovely co-editor.
I love Topshop next-day delivery - no herds of irritating girls and if you order late at night it's like magic presents because you can't remember what you ordered exactly.
So just now I am sitting down with a glass of wine and my laundry in the machine while the pie cooks. I think I've burnt fishy milk permanently onto my hob and I'm looking over my shoulder apprehensively for the pie to bubble over and get fishy bechamel all over my oven as well.
Blah.
At least I get to test out my new Le Creuset dish I bought when I was buying wedding gifts for my lovely co-editor.
I love Topshop next-day delivery - no herds of irritating girls and if you order late at night it's like magic presents because you can't remember what you ordered exactly.