Good Friday
Well the fish had be bought, but the chef (ie me) could not be arsed cooking it. I woke from a nanna nap cranky and uninspired and mum swooped into the kitchen to announce Vietnamese takeaway was in order. What a relief. Sometimes my mother just gets it right. I've promised to make everyone a super fish pie tomorrow night. And funnily enough I am not cranky anymore. Braised seafood over crispy noodles can cheer me up every time. Bless us all.
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