At last, a holiday, some time away from the day-to-day. A chance to see some of the family and be free of the concerns of work. When we book a holiday, we tend to book a flat in which ever city we are visiting. They normally work out cheaper per night. The breakfast is always better, who in their right mind is willing to shell out €12.00 a day for a stale croissant and a slice of ham while staying in the middle of Paris? The place is crawling with boulangeries selling freshly baked croissants, filled baguettes and good coffee for a fraction of the hotel prices.
This is not one of those occasions. We are now travelling around England and popping into Wales, seeing family and staying in Hotels. For the foreseeable future Tonight's Menu is more or less in the lap of the Gods. I can only hope that the Gods of my travels are feeling generous in their hospitality and not vengeful at my desire to be in my own kitchen.
To add to the mockery that the Gods are serving up I have offered to baby sit tonight so that Z can have some quality time with her family. This means that I have eaten with the boy, much earlier than usual. Our hotel has a bar (yey) but no restaurant or bar snack menu (boo). This left us wandering around looking for somewhere to eat. We all ended up in a pub which saw children as valid customers and I scanned the menu for something that we could share.
My eyes landed on steak and kidney pudding and between us we devoured the lot. I now have a goal for when we get back home. I need to learn how to make suet puddings and convince Z that offal makes great gravy.