Unbelievably cold day today, so following yesterday’s Lakeland excitement, I prepared pastry even before breakfast. The battery on my scales had died, so guessing measurements for a spelt pastry (half butter, half lard) and chilling it was a hap-hazard guessing affair.
Breakfast turned into lunch turned into brunch by the time we’d run, showered, taken the dog for a walk and found somewhere to eat, so as it was a Sunday and we’re both not drinking, we opted for the backroom restaurant of a local gastropub. The starter of goats cheese and beetroot salad was shockingly passé with the mixed leaves and balsamic vinegar. Surely lollo rosso and balsamic have no place in what’s deemed to be a restaurant. The beef roast with all the trimmings was far better though and I contemplated the next supperclub menu.
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